You may have noticed that I have Bacon on my Brain. Miss M has noticed, too.
I cannot connect to Francis Bacon in six degrees on account of the fact that he was born in 15something and I in 19something. But I– and my heirs– can get to him pretty straightforwardly.
It goes like this:
I have a friend* who was a friend of an Englishman who was a scientist and who, I am pretty certain (who the heck is writing his wikipedia entries?) met Queen Elizabeth the Current. From there it is just a matter of royal genealogy to get us to Bacon. Francis. I don’t think I can get us to Kevin.
*I am playing pretty fast & loose with the concept of “friendship.” In my defense, if my dog bites your husband and you still agree to stay at the Farm, … . Friends?