Sure thing, Ramesh. As Grampa

Simpson once said, “We can’t bust

heads like we used to, but we have our ways. One trick is to tell them

stories that don’t go anywhere. Like the time I caught the ferry over to

Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe. So, I decided to go to

Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied

an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry

cost a nickel, and in those days nickels had pictures of bumblebees on them.

’Give me five bees for a quarter’, you’d say. Now, where were we? Oh,

yeah…the important thing was that I had an onion on my belt, which was the

style at the time. They didn’t have white onions because of the war; the

only thing you could get was those big yellow ones.”