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.
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-
knishes and bumper cars. Most memorable, however, was the decrepit bath
where we'd marvel at the grey-pubed septuagenarians playing gin rummy, naked.
(For more on the rise and fall of Poopsie, see my Seanecdote, "Flipping The Bird.")
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