Jane (his wife) mentioned in passing the other day that I had seven (count them, seven) different parents involved in my life. This includes step, and adopted and biological and so on. Holy crap! I don’t think I ever counted them before. But seven is the correct number and all of them have had varying degrees of impact on my life. Mostly, but not always, positive.

Two of them surface more often than others: the mothers (queue dramatic theme music). Next would be my three dads (if I wrote a sitcom based on these men’s involvement in my life, it would be five minutes long and could only be aired on Showtime – and even then I’m not sure they’d allow it). Finally there are the step-biological parents; what ever that means.

Confused? You should see my tangental family tree of dotted lines a loop-dee-loops when we start to evaluate my seven (yes there are also seven) siblings. Alas that’s a story for another time…

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