If you are not an avid reader of this blog (like there are any), this entry may make more sense if you first read TRAVEL DOES STINK, BUT ALAN NOVEMBER WAS GREAT and FAMOUS PEOPLE READ THIS BLOG. OR MORE LIKELY; HE LOST A BET.
Please keep in mind that I said it may make more sense. I wouldn’t get your hopes up that any of them make complete sense.
The National Education Computing Conference, which I sort of attended, has now concluded. Our time in San Antonio, Texas has come to an end.
And I almost made it out of town before something bad happened. Almost is the operative word here.
It was a good trip other than one terribly awkward incident.
We enjoyed the city, Sea World, the zoo, the movies, the Riverwalk, and our 27 trips to and by The Alamo/Mall. Oh, I nearly forgot. The conference was great (so I have been told).
It was an enjoyable few days. The chance to visit a new city and not be at work is always appreciated.
Things were going smoothly until my two worlds clashed.
Note to self (and everyone): always, and I mean always, keep your worlds separate. This means work from home life; spouse’s family from yours; old prison friends from your kids; and especially your wife from the man who claims not to be your father.
Sadly, I was unable to do this.
You see, my wife decided it would be a good idea to walk right up to Mr. Alan November and introduce herself to the man who claims not to be my father.
She did this right before a presentation by Mr. November (as you can see, I still refuse to call him “Dad”). In the past, I have highly recommended that she (and everyone) attend one of his sessions on technology.
But, I had no idea she would make it personal.
She walked right up to him and said (and I am paraphrasing), “I am your daughter-in-law. Are you rich?” (Note from wife…I did not say that!).
Note from me: it was implied.
When she told me this story, I was mortified.
It was more the fact that she made contact with a man who refuses to accept the responsibility that comes with being a parent.
Sure, he “claims” he was in junior high when I was conceived and that he has never met my mother. In addition to this web of lies, he says he was several states away in 1967 (like his 7th grade report card won’t tell a different story… your permanent record always contains a detailed list of unexcused absences).
Of course, he continues to deny any responsibility, but I am still waiting on the tests to come back from the lab.
I see this all of the time at school, especially with young men. They struggle when their fathers won’t step up and take responsibility. With proper guidance, some will put their shattered lives back together.
But worst case, they end up like me. Spending their free time writing slightly angry and incoherent blogs.
The good news out of this most tragic situation is that my wife and mother-in-law thoroughly enjoyed his presentation. They said it was the best one at the entire conference.
They should know because they went to roughly 167 different ones over the course of 3 days (they are overachievers).
You would think they would be everything Mr. November would want out of a second family, but I guess not.
He was kind enough to take a picture with my wife and record a message for me on her camera.
Unfortunately, I can’t show their faces or share what he said in the message because of the possibility that this may become evidence in a future court case (the legal department at PrincipalsPage.com is top notch… especially for what I pay them).
But until then, I am going to take the high road and thank Mr. November for the excellent presentation (so I heard… I was at Sea World trying to get my daughter’s life on the right track).
I would also like to thank him for taking the time to visit with his daughter-in-law (or alleged daughter-in-law… depends which side of the courtroom you are sitting).
Although it is a shame he hasn’t met his granddaughter (next time you visit a theme park where fish are doing tricks, Mr. November, just think that it could be her training them… or more likely she was the cab driver who got you there).
I also appreciate the fact that he hasn’t filed the paperwork for that restraining order (as of yet).
Maybe one day, he and I can meet and put this ugliness behind us.
Let’s just hope it is at a technology conference and not in front of a judge.