We are in the process of renting our small rental house. We held two open houses and took applications from a large number of people. Checking out the applications this time was just frustration in action. The most promising three applications were so full of holes that we are going back to the drawing board and re-advertising the house. I won't get into the details but if you owe your landlord $5,000 and the utilities are in his name to keep them turned on, don't expect me to want you as a tenant. I don't care if you fix mowers if your own yard is full of weeds.
|Mom and Dad Years ago.|
Now back to my father. I was told from an early age that my name was Dennis Earl because at the time David Aaron combined with the initial of my last name made the word DAP. IT had a bad connotation in the 40's. It was supposedly my grand father's name Ennis Earl with an added D. Just lately I was doing some searching and found that my grandfather's name was Earl Ennis. Another myth shattered.
When we were kids, my father would tall us the story of how he lost the tip of his right thumb. He claimed that at one park the squirrels were so tame that they would eat out of your hand. On one such adventure, he claimed to grab a squirrel and it bit the end of his thumb off. At our reunion in Colorado last month I retold that story and my uncle told me that Dad got his thumb caught in a wringer on an old washing machine and that's how his thumb was damaged. That's Two Dad.
Ok, Ok if there were only two tales told me by my father, I should be proud not angry. Especially if my degree was in making stuff up. Read the disclaimer on the side of this blog and I will tell you that it is a compilation of things the way I remember them and often they have been told so many times that they get polished up for the humor.