Cindylu asked, "Why does your dad rock?" Well, no better story comes to mind than the infamous Christmas 2006 James Brown story, originally narrated and recounted by my brother. Over a year later, the story still makes me cry from laughing so hard. I give you... an Xmas story, from my brother C's perspective:
11:15AM
Me: "Hey, James Brown died this morning."
Sister & Dad: "Uh huh...."
2:15PM
Dad: "James Brown died today. He was 74." (Brown is actually 73)
Me: "I know...I just....*sigh*...nevermind..."
4:15PM
Dad: "James Bond died today. He was 74."
Sister: "Not James Bond! James Brown! you know, the singer? (sister begins to sing) I feel good! da na na na na na na!"
Dad: "Hahaha! Oh, James Brown. It's too bad. he was a good singer. I liked his music."
6:30PM
Dad: "James Brown died today. He was 74. It's too bad. He was a good singer. I liked his music."
Sister & I: "...."
RIP James Brown. You will be remembered. Especially by my father.
