There's always that one guest at all family gatherings, the guy you can't place. You've seen him at every family function since you were three years old, but you never get the same answer when you ask other family members who the man is. One uncle says he used to date your godmother when she was in High School, another one says he's from Italy, and an older cousin claims he used to deliver chickens at a poultry farm. One family friend said he was an Israeli-born Greek. You never remember his name, and you've both been trading the same clumsy greeting for decades. Then you stand there uncomfortably, until you can slip away.