Everyone loves the iconic Norman Rockwell picture of a family at Thanksgiving dinner. At the head of the table stand grandpa and grandma, smiling. She is in the act of setting down a platter, with a turkey the size of a small dinosaur. Along both sides of the table sit the various members of the family – sons and daughters, grandchildren, aunts and uncles and cousins, all smiling and talking, with not a cell phone in sight. The Norman Rockwell image was created as a seasonal magazine cover in 1943. Not many families are like that now, and perhaps no families ever were, except in some mythical house on the prairie. But still the family is our tribe and shelter of last resort, when all other loyalties fail. When your team loses, your candidate is voted out, and your cat fails to get a prize in the cat show, there’s always the family. Disgraced, incompetent, or criminal politicians and CEOs invariably cover their departure by saying, without much enthusiasm, that they plan to spend more