Author’s note: As Jack Friday would say, “The names of the participants in this have been changed to protect the innocent.” That and so hopefully they will not beat the H-E-double hockey sticks out of me.
Last November my girlfriend, Gaia, and myself went to see the wonderful musician, Ellis Paul. We invited Apollo to come with us even though the music was not his beloved opera. Gaia and Apollo have been close friends for many, many years. While I have not known Apollo as long, I consider him a friend also. Apollo is perhaps 10 or 12 years older than Gaia and I. He is retired from a technical position with the US government. He is a very bright, a very Italian, gay gentleman. He is a kind, genuine individual. It is always interesting and entertaining to be around him. He is one of those individuals that seem to live life to its fullest, and he does so with great joy.
After a wonderful evening of music with Ellis Paul, Gaia and I took Apollo back to his abode. He invited us in for some cheese and wine before we ventured back to the wilds of Chesterfield. We visited for a while enjoying good wine and some cheese that Apollo had crafted himself. I went to the bathroom and when I returned the conversation had turned to circumcision! Apollo could not understand why it is so widely practiced in a non-Jewish nation such as the United States. Continue reading “Oy Vey — To Bris or Not To Bris”
I then noticed his wife. She appeared to be at least 20 years his junior. She was obese enough that her belly had more than formed an apron. Initially I thought she was Hispanic. I shortly heard her say something, and it was classic Tennessee country. Neither she nor her husband were ugly, but then again they were not particularly handsome.