Born in Brooklyn but long since moved to the West Coast, my grandmother never lost her New Yorkese wit. Tongue-twisters, tales rooted in an earthly peasantry of Russians and Poles, jokey bits of language that killed the 5 year-old audience at her kitchen table.
“Lettuce elope.”
“I cantaloupe, but honeydew.”
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