Tuesday, January 22, 2008

So THIS is where I come from

My father was full of other unknown information over the weekend. He'd written a tribute to my grandmother for her 80th birthday and tearfully read it aloud to the room while wearing his cousin's wife's leopard print glasses (he'd forgotten his own reading glasses). Among the things I hadn't known about his childhood: He once almost burned down the woods behind their home and he once shot their new neighbor's dog with a BB gun. Earlier, during dinner, my grandmother explained that her own mother, who raised four boys of her own, told my grandmother after babysitting my father that she'd never met such a hellacious child.

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