It used to be that in a “Whose family is crazier” competition, I had little to add. Eccentricities, sure (Spies! Geniuses! Monkeys!), but crazy, no. How times have changed.
This afternoon I found myself asking, for the second time in four years, how when I talked to my father just last week he could have forgotten to mention that he’s moving to another town tomorrow. What makes this crazy is that there is no bad blood between us, he just does this. I swear, if he weren’t my father, I would think he was living a double life. I don’t think he’s got another set of kids somewhere, but who knows.
