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@@@@@"We fought off many pirates and mated with strange and dusky women 'neath tropic skies "That sounds a trifle bullshitty to me, Mr"I actually read about the honey thing in one of Miss Eastlake's cookery books "Is she the lady you come out with in the mornings? The one in the wheelchair?" "Indeed she is And without thinking much about what I was saying - it was her enormous blue sneakers propped up on the chrome footrests of her wheelchair I was thinking about - I said: "The Bride of the Godfather Wireman gaped, those green eyes of his so wide I was about to apologize for my faux pasThen he really began to laughIt was the kind of ballsto- the-wall bellowing you give out on those rare occasions when something sneaks past all your defenses and gets to the sweet spot of your funnyboneI mean the man was busting a gut, and when he saw I didn't have the slightest idea what had gotten him, he laughed even harder, his not 216 inconsiderable belly heavingHe tried to put his glass back on the little table and missedThe glass plummeted straight down to the sand and stuck there, perfectly upright, like a cigarettebutt in one of those urns of sand you used to see beside the elevators in hotel lobbiesThat struck him even funnier, and he pointed at it "I couldn't have done that if I was trying!" he managed, and then was off again, gale upon gale, heaving in his chair, one hand clutching his stomach, the other planted on his chestA snatch of poetry read in high school, over thirty years before, suddenly came back to me with haunting clarity: Men do not sham convulsion, Nor simulate a throe I was smiling myself, smiling and chuckling, because that kind of high hilarity is catching, even when you don't know what the joke isAnd the glass falling that way, with every drop of Wireman's tea staying inside Like a gag in a Road Runner cartoonBut the plummeting glass hadn't been the source of Wireman's hilarityI mean I'm sorry if I-" 217 "She sort of is!" Wireman cried, cackling so crazily he was almost incoherent"She sort of is, that's the thing! Only it's daughter, of course, she's The Daughter of the Godfa-" But he had been rocking from side to side as well as up and down - no sham, authentic throe - and that was when his beach chair finally gave up the ghost with a loud crrrack, first snapping him forward with an extremely comical look of surprise on his face and then spilling him onto the sand One of his flailing arms caught the post of the umbrella and upended the tableA gust of wind caught the umbrella, puffed it like a sail, and began to drag the table down the beachWhat got me laughing wasn't the bug-eyed look of amazement on Wireman's face when his disintegrating beach chair tried to clamp on him like a striped jaw, nor his sudden barrel-roll onto the sandIt wasn't even the sight of that table trying to escape, tugged by its own umbrellaIt was Wireman's glass, still standing placidly upright between the sprawling man's side and left a