I've shared bits and pieces over the years regarding my step-dads and since one of them came up on Monday's show I thought I'd issue this quick who's-who's primer.
Background: My mom's been married 3 times (including Big Mike) and my 2 step-dads had pretty amazing lives. Both of them are dead. They both have many tremendulous stories so I'll share one or two here.
EARNEST EVERETT (aka Bill Rhoden) -
My first step dad who came into the picture when I was around 4 or 5 and he lasted until I was about 10 or 11. Born in Kingsville and raised in Rockport, Earnest was a life time criminal who sandwiched his illegalities around various paint and body shop gigs. He was a master at painting cars and was in demand. He never had any trouble getting a new job at a shop (his criminal mischief was his hobby on the side)... One time I was hanging out with him at one of his shop jobs and had to defecate very badly. The toilet was broken. I was only 6 and he wasn't going to have me run across a busy street alone to some Quik-E-Mart and he couldn't go with me because he was in the middle of a paint job. Once you got started on one you had to finish. So, I actually went #2 on a brown paper bag in the floor of the body shop. There wasn't any TP so I was forced to wipe with sheets ripped from another brown paper sack. My mother was pissed. One day I'll share the Whataburger armed robbery story and that time he pulled a .45 on a guy episode.
Earnest worked at another shop one time where I kid you not, they had a pet bear in the back parking lot. Needless to say, nobody ever tried to break in the place.
Earnest wound up committing 1 two many felonies and died in TDC. He was long gone from us by then. He's buried under the alias "Bill Rhoden". Seriously.
NARSCISCO DAN "THE MAN" MARTINEZ -
Dan was a normal, rail road worker at Union Pacific for years who coached little league baseball in the years before he met my mother. An unfortunate night drinking too much changed his life in the mid 80's when he was shot in the head and blown over a bar table. He lived, obviously, but he wasn't same. This was the Dan I knew. He was a good dude who put up with a lot from my mom but he was troubled because of the affects of the shooting and he had a severe weed problem. I would often enter the room and find him crying while watching Bonanza or The Rifle Man. I'd ask, "Dan why are you teared up?" and he'd reply "They shot that guy's horse." One time he was so fried he actually forgot to put shoes on in 25 degree weather. He had his coat and Russian winter hat on but climbed into his pick up before realizing he was barefoot. He was an outstanding barber on the side and cut my hair for years. I know it was probably extremely unsafe to allow a stoned, shot in the head old man to cut my hair but hey, it was free. One time I'll share the time he sued Union Pacific and won a $50,000 settlement.
I swear every bit of the above is true.