was how my favorite Uncle Irving was known during his long and illustrious career. He was world famous and worked with all the great old-time dance bands. Not really my uncle, he was my father’s best friend. Now he is over eighty, and I’m the only family he’s got. For the past few years he has been confined to a wheelchair and living in the Home for Aged and Indigent Gentlemen Musicians in Sayreville, Long Island. Once a month, I ride out to visit him on the Long Island Railroad. I always bring him a bottle of Canadian Club secreted at the bottom of a big bag of popcorn because liquor is forbidden inside the home. If I have had a new erotic story anthologized, I bring him one of my author’s copies. Uncle Irv loves my stories. He says that since there are no women residents in the home and the nurses are foolishly impervious to his charms, my stories are all the sex he gets. This time I do have a new book for him; a collection titled Kinks and Winks just out from Make Nice Press.
