JUST ME, MOM, AND UNCLE HARRY IN A LITTLE CATHOLIC HOSPITAL . . .

My father and his four brothers traded services with each other. In only one of these transactions was my modest, demure, easily embarrassed mother Adele NOT a happy participant. Here's the conversation that I imagine took place between my father and his brother Harry, an M.D.:

“Say, Harry, are you busy right now?”
“No, Nate; what do you need?”
“Well, Adele is going into labor, and I was wondering . . .”