Some family stories don’t die. They evoke the same delight and unbridled laughter every time they are told. The hapless hero of the story feels like a fool each time it is narrated. To an outsider, the stories are too innocuous to evince this kind of reaction. But to the family they are precious. Holidays are meant to harvest such effortless memories that last a lifetime. All else is pretentious bunkum.
The train I missed while buying ice-cream as I could not do the mental math right; t ..
