This is a far cry from his usually jokey manner. But everyone else—adults and children have segued off to a Wednesday night party at the local church. Mom xxx We knew about Paris—it was where women danced bare-breasted in the Follies Bergère. We knew about Paris—it was where women danced bare-breasted in the Follies Bergère. He always drives the car with one hand and makes the gearshift go into place, manipulating it with his knees. That little experience was so surprising and so wonderful, I’d have to give it an A plus. Let’s now introduce sex and bring us into the present tense. (Shades of wardrobe malfunction!) My father was broad-minded, liking jokes, gambling, and dancing. He was my cousin. (There was no such thing as being politically correct.) We didn’t listen; we preferred Walter Winchell, Jack Benny, and “The First Nighter” hurrying to his seat in the little radio theater off Times Square.
