Inspection
From the time my brother and I were of school-age, my Dad had this Sunday night ritual with us called, "Inspection."He'd take both of us into the bathroom we shared and, one by one, put us in the bath tub and scrub us down. He'd lather up the wash cloth, clean out our ears and everthing, and then have each of us bend over and spread our asses so could clean in there, too.When we were finished and he dried us off, he'd grab a jar of Vasoline from the medicine cabinet, light a cigar or cigarette,...