Not a Crum

Have any of you ever wished that you weren't a Crum?

I bet the answer is yes. Some times it's been embarrassing to be seen in public with our brothers, especially when they have their shorts pulled up so high that you can see their tighty-whities peeking out the bottom of their pant leg. Maybe you wished you were in a family where you didn't get hand-me-down hand-me-down hand-me-downs from the mid 70's.

For me, looking back on these things creates the best picture of a childhood I could possibly ask for. Just look at the sweet pictures of us as kids (like the one above). Who would have thought their could be such a sweet assortment of clothing in one picture!?

But that brings me to a thought I just had. Maybe it would be nice to not be a Crum. That way I could feel privileged to stumble upon the Dlog and re-post the 'Analog' video.




Or I might happen to hit Perer's Watchmen review, Jon's short stories, or Nate's most recent whack at poetry and feel like I had entered a whole new world (cue Peabo Bryson) . Of course I can find and read all this now, but can you imagine what it would be for an outsider?... okay, so maybe it wouldn't seem so great, maybe all I'm saying is that I am really happy to be in our family and I love you all very much.