Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Hi. My Name Is Hank.

     Well, it’s really Henry, but no one calls me that.  I was named after my Dad’s granddad, my grandma’s dad, my great-granddad.  My Dad loved him a lot.  He’s never said that.  I’ve never even heard my Dad say the word “love.”  I suppose he’s said it to my Mom.  But Dad still talks about his granddad.  I hardly know either of my granddads, and one lives in the next lot, and the other lives about a mile down the highway.
     Anyway, I never met my great-granddad, because he died before I was born.  But from what I hear, he was a great guy.  People in town know I’m named after him, even people that I don’t know.  So sometimes they come up to me and tell me what a nice man he was.  That’s cool, I guess.  It makes me feel good.  But like I said, I never knew him.  And, everyone calls me “Hank,” not “Henry,” except when my mom is mad at me.  Then I get “Henry William,” my full name.
     Well, I figured I’d introduce myself, because I’m going to tell you about what goes on in my life.  I can’t talk to any one person about everything that’s in my head.  I guess no one can.  But I’ll tell you everything, if you want to stick around for a while.  I’d like that.