dna destiny

I learned the other day that my grandmother's uncle, one Menno Hoffmann, had a house in the Burbank hills where he slept outside, year-round, on a bed he placed under a canopy. Apparently eccentricity is rampant in the males of my family, a fact supported by "Crazy" Uncle Eddie and my mad scientist father (and to an arguable extent, myself). It's like that episode of the simpsons where Lisa finds out she's immune to the Simpsons stupid gene, only in reverse, and for crazy.