This is another story about My Aunt Penny.
This is another story about My Aunt Penny.
I don’t know when the argument started. It seems like it was always there; it seems like a beginning of time thing.
It defined, in many ways, my father, my family, the relationship between my parents and Penny who-is-not-really-my-aunt. It represents intellectual games, stubbornness, and a profound silliness; it also represents people who have trouble ever admitting they’re wrong.
What is it, the argument goes, that makes a submarine a submarine?
Sandwiches, we’re talking. Not undersea vessels.