Over the years I've heard a tales of Martin and his brother, Peter, and their many summers in Ireland. One summer, their Aunt Mary, their Mother's oldest sister, bought them a rope to play with. They had several fights over this rope, and Aunt Mary, tired of listening to the bickering, cut the rope in half and handed them each a half. Now, of course, the lengths were short and not of much use.
Martin got a big smile on his face when he saw the store. And I had to get his photo in front of it.