I come knocking with my elbows!

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When I was a kid back in the late 70s my mom had a lot of parties. “Knock with your elbows,” she’d tell her guests. Which mortified me! What she meant was, come bearing bottles of wine, Fritos and bean dip, something to BBQ (no one said ‘grill’ back in the day). Their hands should be too full to knock.

I fashioned myself an up-and-coming socialite, devo…