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Grandpa Max & Poopsie
Grandpa Max & Poopsie
Grandpa Max fed his Yiddish-cussing parakeet, Poopsie, by chewing some bread into a fine cud and spitting some out onto his peck-scarred lower lip. With a role model like this, is it any wonder that I suffer from multiple eating disorders? Max was Bubby's second husband, but he was Grandpa Max to me. I marveled at how much stuff he could cram into his popular dry-goods store. He was a wily retailer, too; the window sign "Going Out For Business" was a masterful use of language to skirt the laws against false advertising. Max regularly took me and Adam to Coney Island for Nathan's hot dogs, mustard- laden knishes and bumper cars. Most memorable, however, was the decrepit bath house, where we'd marvel at the grey-pubed septuagenarians playing gin rummy, naked.
(1970's)

(For more on the rise and fall of Poopsie, see my Seanecdote, "Flipping The Bird.")
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