“Luke, my son, you are the glory of my loins, and you give me proper praise, like Telemachus unto Odysseus. You honor me, boy. You honor me.” “Uh-huh. How long you and Uncle Mickey been hanging out, Dad?” “Since 1974. And also all day.” “All day?” “It’s Mushroom Monday, Lukey. We’ve been pounding boomers since … Continue reading Luke, I Am Your Father, And Your Uncle Mickey