Hands

So, you want hands? Here they are.

I wish I could have gotten them in the same frame, side by side. But, since my wife wasn’t home, this was the best that I could do.

Now, if you find yourself thinking “Dude, um, those look just like two hands; what’s the big deal?,” it won’t hurt my feelings at all. I personally don’t think that my hands are terribly remarkable; however, other people keep telling me otherwise.

Here are two more pieces of trivia about my hands since they’ve become quite the topic of conversation.

1) According to my mother, my hands look nearly identical to my late, great-uncle Parkers’ hands. And, my son seems to have inherited my hands too.
2) My paternal grandfather and his Aunt Jenny (my great-great aunt) were both polydactyl. And, in both cases, the offending digits were removed. Apparently, this was a family secret of sorts. When I was born, my Dad was kind of shaken up by it. He was really nervous about telling his father; his Dad was rather prickly, and he wasn’t sure how he would take it. He was even more shocked when he called him. From what I’ve heard, the conversation went something like this:

Dad: “You have a healthy grandson, but there is something I need to tell you."
Grandpa: “What? Does he have six fingers on his hands?”
Dad (flabbergasted): “Uh. Yes, he does. How did you know?!”
Grandpa (laughing): “I had them too. So did Aunt Jenny. It runs in the family.”
Dad (relieved and shocked): “Oh.”

And, I’m game if anyone one out there wants to hire me as a hand model. The only caveat is you have to pay me enough to hire Kenny to completely finish the house for me. I mean, my modeling career would be over if damaged them working on the Devil Queen.