Blue Moon

Once in a blue moon a tall man with a radio voice would drive to our house and offer to take us for the day. Supposedly this was our father. He was on his second of 3 sets of kids. We were the first set and the second set were waiting in the car with the third wife. We were driven to his apartment in Yonkers to celebrate his birthday. His brother Seymour was there with his 2nd wife, a short woman built like the Tasmanian Devil with a strong Hungarian accent. All I remember is Seymour throwing my father's Yorkie across the room. The dog's shoulder was dislocated but wife number three popped it back in place.