Post by joebill on Feb 21, 2018 3:54:43 GMT
Only the names have been changed to protect the incompetent.
A gent a bit older than myself, back in the early 1960's, A Texan, achieved adulthood and married.....poorly. His name (not really) was Gregory Malcom Webster Jr., and before long, his new wife produced a son and heir, which they named Gregory Malcom Webster the third. The wife was a mess. A closet wino, and truly stupid, and a religious fanatic when it suited her, with a burning desire to spend all of the money his family and he had accumulated in several generations, and before the lad (the third) had achieved his teens, she had bestowed on him the identical desire. He had also inherited either the stupidity or a remarkable talent for acting. No point in enumerating all of the craziness the lad brought to the table and little likelihood of even doing so without missing a great deal of it anyway, but suffice to say that Gregory Jr. looked at what he had wrought and decided to start over.
He divorced and disowned, went back to Texas, put a lot more thought and planning into his second marriage, and produced ANOTHER son and heir, which he ALSO named Gregory Malcom Webster the third. Enter my part in the story.
The FIRST Gregory Malcom Webster the third trapped me into a conversation at one point when he was trying to date one of my daughters, and told me his name had been stolen by an interloper, and asked how he was to identify himself in the future. After hearing the story told in his words and evaluating for myself as to why his father would do such a thing to him, I told him that in all future dealings with the system, which I was sure would mostly consist of mug portraits, he should identify himself as "Gregory Malcom Webster, the third, the first", and that he could never date my daughter unless he could produce a written recommendation from his father, which I knew would not happen in a million years. Thus the bullet was dodged....Joe
A gent a bit older than myself, back in the early 1960's, A Texan, achieved adulthood and married.....poorly. His name (not really) was Gregory Malcom Webster Jr., and before long, his new wife produced a son and heir, which they named Gregory Malcom Webster the third. The wife was a mess. A closet wino, and truly stupid, and a religious fanatic when it suited her, with a burning desire to spend all of the money his family and he had accumulated in several generations, and before the lad (the third) had achieved his teens, she had bestowed on him the identical desire. He had also inherited either the stupidity or a remarkable talent for acting. No point in enumerating all of the craziness the lad brought to the table and little likelihood of even doing so without missing a great deal of it anyway, but suffice to say that Gregory Jr. looked at what he had wrought and decided to start over.
He divorced and disowned, went back to Texas, put a lot more thought and planning into his second marriage, and produced ANOTHER son and heir, which he ALSO named Gregory Malcom Webster the third. Enter my part in the story.
The FIRST Gregory Malcom Webster the third trapped me into a conversation at one point when he was trying to date one of my daughters, and told me his name had been stolen by an interloper, and asked how he was to identify himself in the future. After hearing the story told in his words and evaluating for myself as to why his father would do such a thing to him, I told him that in all future dealings with the system, which I was sure would mostly consist of mug portraits, he should identify himself as "Gregory Malcom Webster, the third, the first", and that he could never date my daughter unless he could produce a written recommendation from his father, which I knew would not happen in a million years. Thus the bullet was dodged....Joe
