Aunt Alice
My Aunt Alice–my father’s big sister–used to own a cottage in the Poconos, and we would visit her there once or twice each summer, during the 1980s. One year, which probably would have been summer of 1984 because I was going into 8th grade, she asked me what I was going to be studying in the coming year. On the specifics of science, 8th grade at that time was half a year of intro physics and half a year of intro chemistry, and when I mentioned the chemistry thing, Aunt Alice brightened up and said, “I know a chemistry joke!Down the rabbit hole….

