Bill - Back in 2015 when I told you he died.
Me - So, he's been in a mental institution ever since?
Bill - (Sounding very sad) Yes.
Me - But why?
Bill - Well, you remember he had that wreck around Thanksgiving of '14 and got that big knot on his head? Right?
Bill - Well, I lied.
Me - (Not hiding my disappointment) Obviously.
Bill - Well, after the wreck Dad started seeing things, crazy things.
Me - Like what?
Bill - Stuff that didn't make sense!
Bill - Well, he said Donald Trump was going to win the presidency in '16.
Me - Well, that would have seemed odd in early'15 for sure.
Bill - (Obviously happy I agreed) It did! It really did!
Me - What else?
Me - Got that right too.
Bill - Yea but . . . !
Me - (Cutting him off) I know! I know! I would thought he was nuts too!
Bill - Oh yea. That's why I'm going to see him now.
Me - What? Tell me!
Bill - Well, he said a series of things that just sounded like gibberish! He said Trump would hold racist rallies once or twice a month, the whole time he was in office . . .
Bill - Then he said Rudy Giuliani would lead a shadow branch of the Government. That Trump would lie 20,000 times in his first term, and that he would still maintain an approval rating of 95% among Christians, for God's sake!
Me - No wonder you . . .
Me - What in the world!?
Bill - (A little agitated) I'm getting there! Later in '15 he called the family together for a meeting, said he had another vision!
Me - That must have been scary! What . . . !
(I could hear a lot of noise in the background, sounded like Bill had slammed his car door and was driving somewhere very fast).
Me - Ok, sorry! Go on! Be careful there!
Bill - Oh, yeah! I am. Anyway, he called us all together . . .
Me - I would have laughed!
Bill - We all did!
Me - So you . . .
Bill - Yep, we called and had him committed on the spot!
Bill - I know right?!
Me - So is he getting out? Are you going after him?
Bill - Hell no! He said he's been safer in there! He won't leave now because of the virus! Says the world has gone completely crazy!
Me - Well then, why are you . . .