For those of you reading this that aren’t scholars of Country music, which I assume is at least a small percentage of my base, The Forester Sisters were a hot country act that had several big hits in the 80s. Not only that, they were born right up the road from where I live. Well, not exactly right up the road, but over yonder a ways and not too far off, ya hear? Because we share a last name, although spelled differently, members of my family are constantly getting asked if we are related to them any time we are introduced to someone from round here that don’t know us. Most of the time, I am more than happy to disappoint them and say no, but on occasion, I’ll have a little fun with it. “Oh yeah, those are my Aunts. Ever since they hit it big, they don’t wanna have shit to do with us, though, so if you ever see ‘em, you tell ‘em their nephew said to go f**k themselves!” I’ve never actually considered how confused they’d be were this to ever occur. God, I hope it does.
Great story! I love the part about your dad pretending it was all a trick and the ending is priceless.
You are a wonderful writer. I love your stories. Thank you for all that you do. I sure hope you come to Houston soon.