Like most families, people have the same seat at the 916a dinner table. Often times, depending on the number of diners, one will have a usual side of the table, but it’s always the same side and usually the same end. At my folks’ house, I always sit across from Alex. I have no idea what will happen if we’re on the same side of the table. No one does. It’s never happened. My uncle Bill always sits on Alex’s side. My uncle Ted always sits on mine. My dad is always by the window, my mother always by the kitchen.
T'was always thus, and always thus will be.
Ben Number 1 just moved back to San Francisco. I’d like to welcome him to civilization and welcome him to his official seat….