𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧 "𝐓𝐚𝐝" 𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢

 

That there is Cousin "Tad". One Thaddeus Romanescu Poloniakis Wronski. A pure and perfect example of what you get when you mix the blood line. In his case, a potent cocktail of rare and finely distilled Polish spirit ["Wronski", duh] rather haphazardly splashed with some Italian, Romanian, and Greek wines and bitters, and what-not. The latter mix-ins coming from his Mother's side. Dad, he was all Wronski. Well, obviously, the surname tells you that! Silly!

It's still not settled on whether and which and in what proportion the category of elements in his genetic makeup explains his ways. The general conclusion is that the non-Wronski side has a definite Mediterranean flavor. It's probably that slightly northern playful Romanian influence that moves him to mix things up a bit more than you'd expect a reasonable man would do in his journey through life. "A bit?" A lot!

Witness in the photo image. Just one from a shoe box full of them; and, every one of them in there quite different from the each of other. If there are such things, he was an "eclecticon" and a "ubitquitron".

What to say, given the vast nature of his doings and comings and goings. 

As far as the photo ... well, sort of explains itself. "Tad"
 liked things BIG. Pussycats, cigars, fish, libations, tushes. He also had a penchant for splashing on the English Leather cologne. Quite liberally. [This writer must confess to having the same predilection for that scent, so maybe that's from the Wronski side of it. BTW that stuff smelled swell to me in my college days. Now, OMG ... so overpowering. Whew! One thing about Wronski's, they may go astray — "Wrong-Way-Wronski" is a nickname in the family — but they get back on track ... eventually.]

Okay, ladies, we know what you are curious about. Admit it! That thin towel tied around "Tad"'s trim waist. Are we wondering if he's BIG also in a certain other category? In fact and to get to the point, the answer is yes. Yes, he has a rather large collection of such printed towels. What silk pajamas were to Hugh Hefner, the printed towel in to Thaddeus. But "Tad" only wore his at home. For going out, a armoire full of chenille robes complete the ensemble. I know it sounds silly, but with him it worked.

Oh, you weren't thinking about the size of the towel? In the interest of decorum all that needs be said is that he had a strict policy, towel-wise. Big enough to just begin to cover the knee. Enough said. Now, dream on. If you're still not satisfied, let's leave it at "more than a 'Tad' ".

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