I wrote a Facebook entry today to my cousin Maxine reminding her of the time that she and I were sitting on the beach at Eldorado Beach Club when I called her attention to Morris Levy’s balls sticking out of the side of his bathing suit.
Now why did I remember that?
Maybe it’s her daughter Tracy. Sometimes I look at Tracy’s website just so I can admire her paintings. I was doing that today and so it’s likely that that made me think about her mother.
When I think of Maxine, it’s always with her laughing. She’s an easy laugher. I don’t see her and her sister Barbara very often but whenever I do I feel such a rush of love for both of them.
It has to be Maxine that brought this long forgotten memory to mind because it simply couldn’t be Morris Levy. He was a friend of our parents who, let’s be honest didn’t wear his bathing suit or his age well.
It wasn’t like seeing Tom Cruise’s balls. No sirree.
Now that I think of it, I was pretty young and I come from a family of all girls and a modest father so it’s entirely possible that since my slut years didn’t start till much later, Morris’s balls might have been the first balls I every saw.
Hmm now that’s an unfortunate blip in the Mattie Joan Smith timeline. What started as a fond cousin memory has ended with me having a severe case of the icks.