L'Indépendant wrote:I went to Elementary school with Scott Scott. That was his dad's name, too.
My fiance had a "second family" she stayed with during her parent's divorce. We called them mom-squared and dad-squared. This Scott Scott should go by Scott-Squared or Scott-Cubed if his middle name is Scott too.
Bringing up the "squared" family leads me to a neat story...
I really enjoyed spending time with the squared family. They were the only family of the three that let us sleep in the same bed and mom-squared and I had the same taste in movies and lots of other things. It was an awesome situation. Dad-squared was a workaholic who worked what seemed like 20 hours a day, having to feed 5 children and a wife who didn't work because she needed to take care of them all day long. He was routinely grouchy, but none more than my own father, and you cannot really blame him given the situation. After working all that time he also found the time to personally repair any vehicles they used or any house-related fixing that needed doing. I remember coming over there to see a hole in the ceiling being told that dad-squared and put his leg through it the previous night. I even helped him repair one of their vehicles one night when he was in a bad mood. Good times.
After moving away post-graduation, we found out that the squared family got divorced. One day coming back from his usual what seemed like 20 hour work day, dad-squared came home to an empty house. Mom-squared had took everything from the house, kids included, and moved in with her man-hating best friend. Mom-squared didn't think that was radical enough of a life change so she also turned into a lesbian and had her interracial lesbian lover move in as well. She left dad-squared the house, which he slept in all alone, until one night he woke up to it burning down, and jumped out the window to safety. Poor guy.
Needless to say, she and I are not really on speaking terms after all that. Though it didn't help that the last time I went to see her, my beloved Lady Magdelane May got insta-fleas. While as far as I know she was not responsible for the house fire, the way she treated her husband was so sinister that I could not respect her after that. It had nothing to do with the lesbianism or interracial relationship as anyone who knows me knows that wouldn't bother me. It was just the way she changed from a person I knew, cared for and respected, into someone I no longer recognized. If she could treat her husband so cold and callous, how would she treat a friend who disagreed with her? Who knows, but I don't want to associate or be around such an unstable individual.
I hope you enjoyed this stroll through memory lane.