There's a tear in my beer...

My Papaw has discovered the internet. And I'm sure he already knows more about it than I do. This is the man that a few years ago was put in the hospital with pneumonia, and they just had to get him checked into a room before American Idol came on or they were going to have a problem on their hands. Nevermind the severe case of pneumonia...he needed to see Kelly Pickler and know how to vote. Thanks to the internet (and that it's winter and not fishing season), he has now confirmed his long time suspicion that we are, in fact, related to Hank Williams. Apparently his Momma told him that a long time ago, but now there is proof...or something on the internet said so. So how about that? My reaction was, "Well, if we were going to be related to someone famous, it would be Hank Williams." But apparently we aren't claiming Hank Williams, Jr. He might be a little too trashy for us. Excuse me now...I have to go air up the tires on my house and melt some Velveeta for dinner.