Familial Familiar

I noticed tonight, while listening to my father rant about various things (the Republicans, the Cleveland Browns, work stuff...dinner as usual around here) that he has his father's arms. My dad generally takes after his mother's family, who was Polish and looked it. We joke that we make good peasant people. So, it was a little surprising to look at my dad and see my grandfather's arms waving around as he was making a point.

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Anyway, I was just in a sharing mood. It's nice to talk about what I can, sometimes, without being all tearful.