It all goes back to Great-Grandpa Tony, aka "Shorty" (nickname not ironic), who immigrated from Spain in search of the American dream. He was the tallest of his clan at a whopping 4'10, and was well known for his temper and his love of booze.
Now, I'm of fairly average height for a guy, but every time I think I've got it bad for being under 6', I just remember that right now I could legally be a dwarf.
The only reason I even have my meager height is because Shorty married a woman that was 5'10. Her son (my grandpa) was 5'8, my dad is 5'8, and I'm somehow 5'10. Overall, not bad.
|Shorty - seen here blending in perfectly with his small children|
But remember how I said it's interesting the traits we do pick up? Well, that brings me to someone else. Now, I had never met or even saw Shorty's son, aka my grandpa. He was a gambling addicted, alcoholic asshole that left when my dad was 4 (after having gambled away Grandma's wedding ring) and never looked back once.
Last week my dad dug up an old picture of this man, and we were both shocked to see that I look exactly like him. Nearly identical. I don't look squat like my dad, but I look eerily like my grandpa.
Right now he's 93, and according to public records still very much alive (we live a long ass time... when not drunkenly falling into ditches), so I gather we don't look much alike anymore. But it blows my mind to think that at one point in history, I had a doppelganger. And unlike me, who's never even been drunk and never had the slightest inclination to gamble, my doppelganger was a deadbeat gambling addicted booze hound.
So when you think about it, my grandpa is kind of like my evil twin, and once upon a time ago my evil twin terrorized the state. How crazy a thought is that?
Any other interesting family stories around here?
Cheers and stay classy, friends,
Bryan (and Brandon)
Music: Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers
Beer: Colorado Native