Thank you for sharing all of this. It does bring some answers to things that I observed growing up. My father had black hair and was told to leave the house (with a bottle of Scotch and a piece of firewood) by his best friends mother on New Years Eve when I was about 15. She would not let him back into the house until after midnight. At the time, she was likely 80 and I mistakenly thought that she had lost her mind. Now I know about the dark haired visitor on New Years Day.
I've found that most relationships work best when no one wears pants.
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