Queen's Line Krazy Aunt Katie
I haven't written in quite a while because, well, I just couldn't think of anything funny or heartwarming, and that's what I like to reminisce about most. Or weather events. All farm or small community related, of course. But then something just came to me out of the blue yesterday. Well, some one: my Aunt Katie. There's no putting this nicely; Aunt Katie was bat crap crazy. No point sugar-coating it. Her roof just wasn't nailed on right. She was Mom's side of the family. Mom's second oldest sister. Now, Mom's side of the family had its issues, and one of its particular problems I found out about might explain why my own elevator doesn't go quite to the top, but I think I'll leave that one alone for now. Quite a common thread in Olde Tyme crazy people stories is their singularity. Not their individuality; no, they are generally decidedly one-off individuals, and we are usually rather thankful for that. No, I mean the state of being matrimonia...