Sundays. Louis Prima on the hi-fi. We'd pull out the table in the hallway, and set it up in the living room. When you and the other adults were done sipping on your Whiskey Sours, we'd sit down for a 15 course meal. Ginnie would sit on Papa's shoulder and eat some macaroni from his lips. If we were lucky, maybe us kids could sneak some wine. If we were luckier, we'd have 'pudding cake' for dessert. Bellies were full.
Then Ginnie would fly out the window.
I love and miss you Mama,
Jim</b></font><br><br>
