Dear WW: A long tima ago, my Grandmother brough my father a beautiful cut glass tumbler.
When he drank from it, a place that wouldn't let water out when glass was upright, let
a lot of water fall onto his necktie.
My father never said a word. The next year, when Grandma came to visit, when she sat
down, there was a very rude noise, that made her face turn scarlet. The cushion of her
chair was a large flat airbag, with a razzer attached.
Both items had been purchased at Daddy & Jacks, a joke store on Bromfield Street in
Boston. I wonder if that store is still there.

I suppose in Kentucky everybody drinks bourbon straight, and water glass would be
a dirty word.