I have a black and white picture of my parents as they're boarding a train for their honeymoon trip to Chicago. It's framed in a nice contemporary frame with a mat border, and it stand on my dining room buffet right next to my mother's old electric menorah, which is dutifully lit and displaying the third night of Hanukkah.
I just got finished telling that handsome, young father of mine, dead for more than 29 years, that he SHOULDA KEPT IT IN HIS PANTS.
Fan-fucking-tastic night.
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