What you get when you Google your dad

Don't ask me why, but I decided to Google my parents yesterday. I don't know what I was looking for, but I figured maybe I'd find evidence of the sordid life they've been leading since all the kids moved out. (My sisters and I have been replaced by several cantankerous cats, I can tell you that.)

I didn't find much (my parents have an insanely common last name), but I did find this article featuring my dad, who manages and tends bar at an Irish pub: http://www.oldtowncrier.com/behind-bars (if someone is reading this six months from now and the article is featuring someone other than a man named Greg, then it's not my dad, 'kay?)

If you're looking at the photo of my dad and thinking he's too young to be my dad, you're right. He's actually my stad and he is 13 years older than I am (my mom found him shortly after her marriage to my father fell apart). I've known him since I was around 8 years old. My kid calls him "My Friend Granddaddy." It's kind of interesting having parents that aren't much older than I am. My mom is 18 years older, my stad is 13 years older, and my father ("Grandpa Ted") is 19 years older. I figure that when I put them all in a nursing home someday, I'll just go ahead and get a room for myself at the same time since I'll be pretty old and decrepit, too. I'm always threatening to put my parents in a home now, because they are pretty unruly.

Comments

Audreee said…
Isn't that Greg-guy the same one who used to stand in rush hour traffic wearing a green tuxedo?
He looks familiar.
Alabaster Mom said…
Yes, and he was always threatening to carry a sign that said, "I'm Claudia's Dad."

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