It was someone's birthday. Someone who'd been really good this year. We had the grandkids over and had pizza and chicken wings. But the pizza was cold. And they forgot the wings (They usually have such great wings).

The grandkids were crying. We thought about calling it a night but then Trey...Trey said "Let's get subs!"

But it was far away, the place with the subs. Really far away. Like past the county line and closer to the state border than to that. But that kid, he just went and delivered the subs. One after another: Bologna and Ham. Three-Salami and Roast Beef with Provolone no tomato. Mortadella and Capacolla on whole wheat. Every order went down. And suddenly there we were, we had subs...

It was crazy.