When she settled us in Chattanooga 26 years ago, my mother told me we're related to pretty much everyone in East Tennessee one way or another. For a long time, that information did not interest me at all. I suppose it's yet another sign of my official arrival in the land of middle age that I suddenly give a pretty significant damn about all these family connections.
Today's TFP column is about a weekend I spent with a bunch of people I'm related to and the people they're related to and well, you get the idea.
Lord, y'all, I'm turning into my mother. But hey, I could do a whole lot worse.