Anyone who knows me well knows that I go on and on and on talking. Ask anyone, they will tell you, I am the king of rabbit trails. You may never know what my original point was in the first place. I will probably never get there because of the rabbit trails. It's genetic, my grandfather was the same way. He bored us all to death. He could and would go on for hours on end about shit that happened back in 1912 or whatever.
My grandfather was born in 1888, so 1912 was something he would have remembered well. He married my grandmother back in 1915. He was 27 years old. Grandma was born in 1898. Grandpa made some kind of deal with my grandma's dad and they were married. Grandma was not in on the deal btw. In fact, she was pretty pissed because she had wanted to go on to college and this marriage deal cut that short. Back then, few women were afforded the right to go on to college. She however made sure that all her daughter's had that opportunity. She encouraged each and every one of them to achieve higher educational goals.
Grandma had 6 daughters. All except one got a BA or higher. The one that didn't, married a fellow she met in college who went on to become a lawyer and then a judge. So she used college to marry well. Grandma was a Capricorn, she taught her daughters well.
Grandpa died 3 months after my 30th birthday at the age of 96. He was a Sagitatius and quite the little orator, boring yet verbose. Just like me. So I blame him. It's genetic, I have no control over it. In fact, knowing this genetic fault, I often do not speak in an effort not go go off into dissertational monologs. Pray you are never trapped in a moving vehicle with me for more than a few minutes. It really is cruel and unusual punishment.
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