By kiki
One summer day at the Simons Brickyard in the late 1940s, my Pops and our next-door neighbor Joe Levya, who was known far and wide as Stakas, were sitting on a little dirt hill about 50 yards or less from our house drinking wine and probably some beer too.
After drinking most of the afternoon, they got into an argument. I was outside the house, don't remember what I was doing, but I remember hearing them yelling at each other; I remember Mom calling me inside and telling me, "go see what your dad and Stakas are arguing about" remember running towards the little hill. As I got closer, I could hear Stakas yelling at Pops, "no, Connie does," and Pops yelling back at him, "No, Eulalia does" I walked up to Pops and told him that Mom needed him at home, he agreed to go home. As he started walking away, he turned around and yelled at Stakas, "Eulalia's legs are more beautiful than Connie's" Damn! They were arguing as to whom's wife had the greater looking legs!... I have to admit that my Mom had gorgeous legs, but I don't want to argue about it!
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