A Strange Group of People

My family is a strange group of people.

Before the big patriotic concert, there was large family gathering. Food everywhere. My sister's in town, too, so she was there. My dad's family doesn't get together much, but when they do, it's almost always a hoot.

My dad's family is the crazy side. How crazy depends on the day. They weren't really crazy today, only moderately so. Not enough alcohol was consumed to make anybody talk too much. I did see pictures of my grandparents and great grandparents that I'd never seen before. Strange, looking at pictures of relatives that have been dead since well before I was born. These were folks from the Old Country, too.