Eating Out

I was out of town at a conference during eat-out night this week. My husband reported what happened. First, Dad talked so much that he kept talking while stuffing food in his mouth. It was especially interesting to hear him hum what he was saying while he drank his tea.

Interesting information about China:
They have freedom of religion and there is an Seventh Day Adventist church there.
The Chinese living in west China don't speak Chinese - they speak English.

Many interesting things about what he (whoever he is and what his name is) has done:

His name is his brother's name and he moved from Arkansas to South Africa.

There are no blacks in South Africa. They live in central Africa.
Blacks in the U.S. moved back to Africa because they liked the weather.

My husband alternately was Dad's father, Dad, his Brother, his brother-in-law and Dad's brother again.

When my husband asked Dad his name, Dad responded, "You know my name, so I don't have to repeat it."

Dad married my husband's sister(this is while my husband was Dad's brother), whom he loves very much.

His mother had his wife's name (or his wife was his mother, my husband couldn't figure it out).

He was recruited to South Africa, where he made a little money, quite a bit of money, a large amount of money, no quite a bit of money, and retired early with a pension.

Pension and retirement - 2 words never far from his mind or mouth!

South Africa is like East Texas and West Texas. It has monsoons. It rains quite a bit.

He moved to south Africa (I think he was his brother at this point of the evening) because his 2 kids moved to South Africa. He doesn't know why they moved to South Africa, they just did.

He went to SMU, which is walking distance from his house on the other side of the river (in Oak Cliff).

A black man paid his cash for his house in Oak Cliff.