I spent the weekend with my Aunt Ann. She is eighty-two years old; and on the l...

I spent the weekend with my Aunt Ann. She is eighty-two years old; and on the last night of our visit, she taught me how to twirl my spaghetti on a spoon.
She said, “This is how my father, your grandfather, ate his spaghetti. You need to learn how to do this, too.”
I said, “I’m forty-eight years old, Aunt Ann. I don’t need to learn how to twirl my spaghetti on a spoon.”
She said, “Yes. You do.”
I was in the kitchen of her apartment. We were standing side by side. It was early evening, and t...