Much to my discomfort, I spent six years of my adolescence at an all-boys school run by grammar Nazis. During pretty much the whole time, we were instructed to direct our admiring gaze toward those paragons of virtue and success, the Frist family. A bunch of their people had apparently attended my school. Some of them were involved in the founding of a successful chain of hospitals. Later, one of them even became a US Senator.
Being told day in and day out to admire the Frists guaranteed I would grow to resent and dislike their clan. About the only thing they’ve done of which I approve is the founding of The Frist Center for the Visual Arts, which holds no permanent collection, but rather hosts a continuing series of excellent traveling art exhibits.