Bing Crosby & David Bowie - Little Drummer Boy
I was 18 and had to get my grad pictures taken. It was a tradition I didn't want to be involved in but the appointment was made and paid for and everyone else was doing it and I didn't know how to deny this process. So I was made to go to a man's house where I waited in the basement for him to take my picture in a graduation gown. When I walked in there was a woman there waiting.
"Hi there. My daughter is getting her pictures taken in the next room. Who are your parents?" I told her who my parents are. "Oh, you're a Casey? Did you know you're related to Bing Crosby?" I thought her a little crazy. I humoured her. Oh, I didn't know that. She sat there and told me all about Bing Crosby having family in Miramichi and how the Caseys are related to him but she never went into too much detail. Or, if she did I didn't really pay attention. Then her daughter came out and they left. And then a man took my picture.
When I got home I looked right away for my Dad. I saw him through the window, in the backyard working on his pool, getting ready for summer. "Hey Dad, do you know who Bing Crosby is?"
"Yup. We're related to him."
I still don't know how. Apparently it's a distant relation, barely conceivable but there. It's all nothing to remark over, really, but that it was an interesting moment between my father and I. He answered like he had heard my whole day.
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