As I get older, I worry more and more that my family's story will die with myself. Not that it's any more interesting than the next family, but I worry that maybe I was the one born to tell it, and I'm not doing it very well. I guess I worry a lot about upsetting my brothers and sister, but hell, I'm as equal party to my own family as they are. Plus, it's been 20 years anyway, so who gives a shit.
The point is, I'd like it if Paddy Mac knew that my dad used to call me "Rastus," which made no sense, and might've been Brer Rabbit-ish, actually in looking it up now was completely racist, but was nice as hell at the time.
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