In response to Kirk A, and our discussion about the Martians …
We decided that it was indeed his family, not mine, that hailed from that alien Martian clan. My family legacy, on the other hand, boasts a different sort of history:
I recently found some family photos and it seems I come from a long line,
not of martians, but of camels!
Here’s Dad, at the Racetrack in the 1930s.
Notice the stylish hat. He always was a dapper fellow.
As such, he was always on the lookout for some, shall we say, amorous adventures.
He’d scope out the ladies, looking for the cutest of the cuties in the bunch.
Eventually, he settled on Mom:
He courted her, and serenaded her
And pretty soon, they got hitched.
Even Great-Grand-Dad came to the wedding.
He was so proud!
Apparently, life was pretty good for a while …
… And eventually I came along.
It seems that my arrival must have put some strain on things;
Pretty soon Dad was on the hunt again, out lookin’ for some ‘toe.
When Mom got wind of this, she kicked his sorry hump to the curb!
She packed me & her up, and off we went to make it on our own!
I guess that all the turmoil had an impact on me & my development.
Having never had a stable home, or a sense of security … constantly having to make new friends … all of that may have contributed to my future problems & dysfunctions.
And I was barely three years old!
So I dropped out of nursery school, and hit the road.
To this day, I’m still a rovin’ soul,
curious and always wondering what’s on yonder side of that desert?
And I’m fixin’ to find out!
Westfalia Caravans, may they live long & run strong!