Not only was I glad to see her, but I remembered her. If anybody was the cat’s meow, it was Aunt Sylvia.She loved to go out to eat, particularly with a group. I thought of the last time we all went out to eat together and Aunt Sylvia was with us. One of her Inner and outer half hexagonal rivet nut peculiarities was along the line of tipping the waitress. She was the self-appointed guru of making sure the waitress got a…