In the late 80s, Frank lived in a small city in south Alabama, where I was living at the time. I had recently remarried, a girl from down there, and her sister was dating Frank. In fact, they got so lovey-dovey that they started shacking up.
At that time, as I recall, Frank had his own business, bought with family money, where he went around in about a six-state area putting out those dumb little "TEST YOUR LOVE POWER" machines you would see in malls, where you put 50 cents in the slot and it measures your body heat through your palms, or whatever.
A real contribution to society.
Anyway, he'd just travel around, gone for weeks at a time collecting the money from these machines and putting out new ones.
In the meantime, my sister-in-law got pregnant. He wasn't real happy with that, but he finally agreed that they could buy a nice, big house filled with all sorts of "Martha-Stewarty" gew-gaws (which my sister-in-law just loved)--Martha was just then becoming a fixture through her appearances on the Today show; some may recall that's where she got her big start.
Anyway, before too long, my s-in-l began to suspect something was up, when he'd get a phone call on his private office phone, and go into his office and close and lock the door.
Turned out he had a girl in just about every city.
Eventually, he left her and the little daughter they had, and went on to "bigger and better" things (I guess).
Anyway, this guy might have been the "Black Sheep" of their family for all I know, but he was really a peace of work. He was very abusive to my sister-in-law, once punching her down the stairs.
As far as I know the little girl (my daughter's first cousin) never sees him--she's about eleven now--and no one in Frank's family even acknowledges she's alive.
I can't help it: That's the sort of behavior I identify with Democrats.