In honor of my much loved, dearly departed, and occasionally obscene bear of a maternal grandfather, I post this image of Redd Foxx. They had the same souvenir breast mug. Mr. Foxx’s public persona is how I imagine Papa’s id might behave if run amok. While I do not know if he was a fan of Mr. Foxx’s, I would like to imagine that they are now friends in a bar where people can tell dirty jokes to their heart’s content, slap girls’ tushies, and drink until they pass out…again and again.
Waising -- 衛星 -- 圍城 