It’s been said that no one can tell a tall tale better than a frontiersman. Keep the alcohol flowing and these gentlemen of the wilds and their stories will too. But no one could tell a taller tale than Bernie, geriatric proprietor of the frontier’s first Jewish deli.
Ol’ Jack said he wrestled a bear. Bernie shrugged. “Meh. I taught one the polka.”
Stinky claimed he’d killed ten men. Bernie laughed. “That all? I hunt all my own brisket, if you get my drift.”
Dutchie started to brag… Bernie crossed his arms. Said Dutchie, “C’mon Bernie!”
Bernie laughed. “I win.”
