I was the oldest of six grandchildren on my mother’s side, and every now and then we’d all be together at my grandmother’s house in Ideal, Georgia. I was a perfect child, of course, but all those younger brats could raise a ruckus — which would lead my grandmother to suggest “Let’s play The Quiet Game.” I won every time. As you can read about in the latest column in the Ledger-Enquirer, I think we should take The Quiet Game to a whole new level.