01/03/03’s illustrious band:

Bill and the Black Brassiere

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On Christmas Day, it’s customary for my family to exchange visits with LB’s family. LB was a close friend of my late Father Media. In addition to a love of fishing, a finely tuned sense of humor was something the two shared. So it was no great surprise to me when, during this year’s visit, LB told the following story about my Dad, whose name was Bill.

Once upon a time, when Father Media was still courting the lass who became Mother Media, Father and a friend ventured into the ladies’ lingerie section of a department store. (They were in the Big City for a wedding of a pharmacy classmate and fraternity brother.) Father wanted to buy a gift for Mother: a black brassiere.

So the two men wandered among the delicates for a few minutes looking lost. Soon a saleswoman approached and asked if she could help them. Father told her what he was looking for. She asked what size he needed.

“Oh,” he said, holding his hands before him as if squeezing two objects, “about this big.”

Editor’s note: When asked if the gift bra had fit, Mother Media informed us that it did.