A few weeks ago, I found out that my Great Uncle Sonny lives up the road from me. I grew up in San Diego, and most of my family is on the West Coast. I’ve visited Sonny a few times now. He has the same exact Somerville accent as his twin sister, my Grandmother (Dad’s side.) His last name, -Kingsbury- is my middle name. Since birth, I’ve been accused of having a name that is soaked with pretension, though Sonny says it’s “just a hic name from Vermont.”
Below is a photo of Esephesef‘s uncle. He’ll be called upon for all avuncular duties, like telling me to go back to college and whatnot. I think Sarah’s in the clear, though maybe he’ll tell her it wouldn’t hurt to eat a slice of cheese every now and then.
One person asked very emotionally, “Why the F***would you move out here.?!” People seriously get offended that I moved here from sunny San Diego.
sanfranciscostreetfighter 
Uncle Sonny is now famous, Woo Hoo! He’ll tell you straight too.
And, there’s a LOT to be said for change.
Awesome, Uncle Sonny is now famous. LOL, you are right, he’ll tell you straight.
Yeah, there can be a lot said for change.