to a really big fancy wedding next summer, probably out on Long Island. Standing by the television set he made sure each of us knew which of the dancers he was talking about.

Plopping back on the couch, “Look at them legs.  She can wrap them around you and squeeze you until your eyes bug out of your head.”  This made mom blush and head back to the kitchen, while dad slapped Uncle Louie on the back who nudged me with his foot so I would turn around to see his you know what I mean face and wink.

“What a doll,” my dad chimed in. “You lucky son of a bitch. She's a beauty.”

“Shots?”

“Shots.”

It was predictable, my dad and Uncle Louie sitting on the couch watching the Thanksgiving Parade from New York...

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