This weekend, without a doubt, could be one to remember for years to come. Let me elaborate… Last fall, I get this e-mail from my brother who lives in Texas. Basically, he says he has this HUGE surprise to share with me. I’m thinking, “Oh boy, here we go again.” Glenn has this odd, twisted sense of humor that began during his childhood. You see, his problem stems largely from a rare non-genetic, paternal disease. My Mom, God rest her soul, “rocked” my brother way to much for his own good. And when she did “rock” him, they were always huge, jagged life-changing rocks. Ok… if I have to explain, you wouldn’t understand. Glenn, you know this doesn’t change my love for you, right?
So back to my initial thought… Glenn springs this never-to-be-outdone-again news flash on me – out of the clear blue. Fortunately for me, my heart is strong. He tells me that one of the addresses he sent one of his graduation notices to was located in Tennessee. Yeah, so? Turns out this anonymous addressee just happens to reside in a part of Redneck Heaven where our parents began their short-lived love life. Okay! Enough of the drawn out sibling drama, brought on, of course, by my big dumb brother – you know I love you Bro. But wait. I’m just getting to the good part…
He sent the notification to an address located in Centerville, TN. Guess what? James Robert Harrington, our biological father, has existed for a better part of 69 years (I think) without our actually knowing for certain that he was indeed alive. All of a sudden he’s in the equation of life… our lives… my life. Smack dab in the middle of Tennessee…
The odd thing is, I have yet to contact him. Glenn, on the other hand, has done so on more than one occasion. He speaks of him as if they have known each other for all their lives. Tells me James (Dad) tried on many times to locate Glenn and me. I certainly don’t disbelieve him, but let’s face it, I’m almost 53 years old. Who I am, and where I am in my life right now was never influenced by my relationship with James (Dad). Could this change… time will tell.
Glenn forwarded several pictures to me of James and family. I definitely see a resemblance. I see more of Glenn in him, than of myself. He’s a hairy fellow. Says people from his neck of the woods refer to him as Wolfman. No, duh… come to think of it, I’m on the hairy side myself. Thanks James (Dad)… I really appreciate having to shave my back (joking, kidding). I could, however…
So where the heck am I going with all of this seemingly “who gives a crap” mumbo jumbo? Ready? See just below…
I HAVE AGREED TO INGAGE MYSELF IN A CONFERENCE CALL BETWEEN JAMES, GLENN & MYSELF THIS WEEKEND…
Hear that applause - the laughter? See the tears flowing down their faces? Yeah, all the Angels of Heaven are rejoicing at the news… me, not so much. Why? God help me… my wife is going to be right again. Fess up fellas, you know you have major issues admitting the obvious… your wife is right, once again. Slam on your manhood? Get over it, and used to it. It’s gonna happen again, soon… She tells me that I might be “missing out on something.” Could that something be bad? Time will tell…
I’ve come to the realization that she could actually be right – again. Dang it… so, with this thought invading my subconscious mental core, I’ve agreed to participate, in a soon to be seen on Jerry Springer Show, family reunion…
To be continued…
So back to my initial thought… Glenn springs this never-to-be-outdone-again news flash on me – out of the clear blue. Fortunately for me, my heart is strong. He tells me that one of the addresses he sent one of his graduation notices to was located in Tennessee. Yeah, so? Turns out this anonymous addressee just happens to reside in a part of Redneck Heaven where our parents began their short-lived love life. Okay! Enough of the drawn out sibling drama, brought on, of course, by my big dumb brother – you know I love you Bro. But wait. I’m just getting to the good part…
He sent the notification to an address located in Centerville, TN. Guess what? James Robert Harrington, our biological father, has existed for a better part of 69 years (I think) without our actually knowing for certain that he was indeed alive. All of a sudden he’s in the equation of life… our lives… my life. Smack dab in the middle of Tennessee…
The odd thing is, I have yet to contact him. Glenn, on the other hand, has done so on more than one occasion. He speaks of him as if they have known each other for all their lives. Tells me James (Dad) tried on many times to locate Glenn and me. I certainly don’t disbelieve him, but let’s face it, I’m almost 53 years old. Who I am, and where I am in my life right now was never influenced by my relationship with James (Dad). Could this change… time will tell.
Glenn forwarded several pictures to me of James and family. I definitely see a resemblance. I see more of Glenn in him, than of myself. He’s a hairy fellow. Says people from his neck of the woods refer to him as Wolfman. No, duh… come to think of it, I’m on the hairy side myself. Thanks James (Dad)… I really appreciate having to shave my back (joking, kidding). I could, however…
So where the heck am I going with all of this seemingly “who gives a crap” mumbo jumbo? Ready? See just below…
I HAVE AGREED TO INGAGE MYSELF IN A CONFERENCE CALL BETWEEN JAMES, GLENN & MYSELF THIS WEEKEND…
Hear that applause - the laughter? See the tears flowing down their faces? Yeah, all the Angels of Heaven are rejoicing at the news… me, not so much. Why? God help me… my wife is going to be right again. Fess up fellas, you know you have major issues admitting the obvious… your wife is right, once again. Slam on your manhood? Get over it, and used to it. It’s gonna happen again, soon… She tells me that I might be “missing out on something.” Could that something be bad? Time will tell…
I’ve come to the realization that she could actually be right – again. Dang it… so, with this thought invading my subconscious mental core, I’ve agreed to participate, in a soon to be seen on Jerry Springer Show, family reunion…
To be continued…
Ok, I am excited for you. I hope that it is something from which you can benefit, both now and the days ahead. But you have to post on Monday. Have to.
ReplyDeleteps My wife is always right. Even when she is dead to rights wrong. Sometimes she doesn't have an opinion.
Good post! Keep on typing.
Danno