Especially after an extended weekend of intense bonding with the True Ann-Sister and her man, I'm thinking about family -- about the need for family, to embrace family, to expand the boundaries of family, to find family where before there was none.
And so today I got to know some of the Millers, up close and personal. Here's my theory: they pretend to lowly status because they're capable of running the world, and they don't want anyone to know.
Here's Danny and Sue in her soon-to-be-former house:
You can't choose your family... or can you? As we get older, we feel that pull more and more. Annie and I definitely do. Despite the far-flung constellation our nuclear family has become, our gravitational pull toward each other seems stronger than ever.
So, if you can choose your family, I dibs the Millers. I'll take 'em all, even the ones I haven't met. Danny is actually a ringer for my great uncle Busch (don't ask me how he got that name). He's a more restrained version of his blog, as genuine as they come. His insecurity makes him an aborbed listener and an impassioned and revealing speaker. He says he could never get up in front of an audience, but he does great with an audience of one.
I instantly fell in love with Sue, but she's married to a rock star... oh, and I'm happily married, too, I almost forgot. What're ya gonna do? Besides, it's too incestuous to even contemplate. There is no question that we'd have nine-eyed kids, because we're clearly from the same shtetl.
She takes Danny's OCD to a whole new level. She's got a Pez museum in her kitchen. She's got two cargo containers of Amvets-like memorabilia and thrift-shop treasure in her back yard. These Millers, they are pack-rats -- literal and metaphorical.
Danny's certificate to the Michael Reese Hospital "Baby Alumni Club" says "Daniel" in a script that could easily also read "David." Could it be...?
Danny said his blog has brought him back into closer contact with family and friends. Hey, Danny, do I count?
Time to get to work on the family blog-tree.