We show up at the family pool party, and I’m wearing several flotation devices, a snorkeling mask, and a King of Queens t-shirt, because I’m the type of guy who wants to make a big splash. But, after eating, I have to wait thirty minutes before getting in the pool, so I decide to speak with your uncle – the one with the Atari shirt and upside-down, digital wrist-watch. I ask him to set me an alarm for twenty-five minutes; I tell him I don’t want to miss a single second of swimming-time. Sour cream and onion potato-chip-dust smears on the watch’s buttons from his fingers as he does so. And, while your uncle and I count down the time together, he lets me in on something very important:
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