Did the Christmas thing with my brother, his sweetie and
the nepoti. Got a small cup, the very cup that I used at age 3 or
4 when I got up early, slid open two bolts [One at the top of
the door. Had to put a stool on a chair to get that high], got
out a place mat and the fine china cup and knocked back a full
bottle of sherry. My older brother found me and reported rather
puzzledly that "James can't stand up and he can sit down either."
Off to the hospital with James, waving happy, "Goodbye! Goodbye!"

        Hmmm. Couldn't have been 3 as I wasn't speaking yet.

        My nepoti observed that a lot of my stories end with "And
when I regained consciousness, there was a crowd standing around
looking at me."

        My older brother has taken up mule skinning.

        My younger brother, wanting a nice quiet vacation, is in
Venezuela.
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