Poor Larry. I too, was (am) a nebbishy Jew like Larry. As a teen, I was convinced to go to a stable to ride a horse. I demanded to get the oldest, slowest resident they had and they accommodated me. Once in the saddle, the horse, whose name I’ve forgotten, took off as if a firecracker had been ignited in its ass. You can imagine my happiness.
I adore you Jane, but sometimes hate has simply got to stick. I loathed my father and even though he’s been dead many years, my feelings have never wavered. And yes, my grandfather probably did a number on him, but that didn’t give Dad permission to treat me the way he did.
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