Seeming frustrated with my lack of knowledge of Stone Age television shows, he suddenly broke into a song and dance number…
Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful trip
That started from a tropic port
Aboard this tiny ship…
“Sounds stupid.” I said, meaning the TV show, but he thought I meant his nickname.
“Yeah? And I suppose being named after a GOD-FORNICATION-DAMN chipmunk isn’t?” He said derisively.
I got that reference and angrily argued, “I wasn’t named after a chipmunk!”
“The hell you weren’t!” he growled back much the way John, I mean my dad, used to do when he drank.