After a long work week, my wife and I went to dinner and sat in a quiet area, not wanting to deal with any noise or commotion. In comes a group of young, loud school kids and they sit all around us. With my headache growing, we're trying to get through our meal when I notice one of the kids standing next to our table, staring. I look up about to blow a gasket and the kid (about 12 years old) says "I think I know you." It was a cousin - son of my favorite uncle - on a 6th grade field trip to Gettysburg from upstate New York. He'd spent 10 minutes convincing his teachers to give him permission to approach us. They were then good enough to let us take him around town for a bit.
