Unfortunately for him, I have been haunted by old family photographs. And I do mean OLD. Think 1920s to 1940s ... small town, big Catholic family, and lots of people with unusual names.
Specifically the last name of Strange.
I don't know which of my great aunts married a Strange, but one did and she had multiple children. (It could have been Agnes or Gertrude, I'm fuzzy on which one it was.) I don't recall ever having met the aunts or those cousins, though I am sure that we were inflicted on them at one time.
More to the point, do I have a point?
Raul is HAPPY! Very, very happy and he is insisting that writing commence - he'd prefer the pitter patter of fingers on the keyboard, but he says more when it is long hand.
Add someone who is Manny-esque ... insert a fear of commitment (been there and done that), a pair of dogs who don't belong together ... shake (or stir) and see what comes out.
Why am I so happy to be related to a family of Stranges?
It feeds the muse and the imagination.
PLUS everyone talks a lot about a platform and a tagline.
A family of Stranges does lend itself (themselves?) to all kinds of tagline possibilities.