After my recent Prostate Exam, which was the most thorough I’ve ever had,
the Doctor left and the nurse came in.
As she shut the door, she asked me a question I didn’t want to hear:
She said,”Who Was That Guy?”
On a beautiful Thanksgiving Day in the late 60s we were at my Uncle and Aunties house and the adults had been sipping beer all day and had a nice turkey on the rotisserie. After the bird was finished and we were all seated at the table, we bowed our heads and my dad told me to say grace. I was immediately struck with fear at the prospect of being totally unprepared to say the blessing or as he called it Grace. With eyes closed, and heads bowed, my mind was still reeling at the command of my father to bless the meal. I choked, I swallowed hard and I said said the word “Grace.” A few nervous giggles from my cousins were heard, and I looked at my dad and he was not happy.