At my brother’s house yesterday, while the turkey was in the oven, we worked on a puzzle on a table onto which all the pieces had been spilled, so that we could see them and look at them, and sort through them. The puzzle was of the state of Minnesota. By “we” I mean A. and myself and my brother and my sister, Julie, as well as, at times, my two nephews, who are seventeen and fifteen years old, respectively, and my niece, who is thirteen.