From: joemahoney1950@gmail.com   
      
   My many masticators of the mango morel, the holiday's are here.  There's snow   
   on the ground, turducken in the oven, and Santa's buggering his elves.  Mmmm.    
   Brings back memries of childhood.     
      
   Now, my dad, Joseph Sr., always did treat the holiday's as a festive   
   occasion.  When Christmas approached, he'd dress up real fancy. Formal suit,   
   but most notable a white belt and white shoes.  And he always took his   
   suitcase, which was locked, but when    
   I shook it in curiosity, I could hear hard objects banging togetha and rollin'   
   around. Anyway, Joe Sr. would get his suitcase packed and his white belt and   
   shoes on,  And then he'd take mom up to Provincetown.   
      
      
   One time, a buddy o' mine showed up as Joe Sr. was preparing for this   
   adventcha.  He took a look at ole pop's, and whispered:  "He looks like the   
   head of a ferret on a deflating beach ball."   
      
   I beamed with pride.   
      
   It was only recently that mom mentioned to me WHY he took her to   
   Provincetown.  It's because there was a Gay Cabaret there -- and Joe Sr. was   
   OBSESSED with it, tryin' to impress all the P-town locals with his   
   semen-colored belt and shoes.  And the    
   suitcase?  It was full of strap-on dildos which Dad donned before bedding   
   mom.     
      
   "I think," mom admitted to me recently, "that he was trying to tell me   
   something, and I was too stupid to pick up on it at the time.   
      
   Yes indeed, mom.   
      
   Yes indeed.   
      
   Joe "chip off the ole block" M.   
      
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