My dad gave himself the nickname "Keyrock" based on the character that Phil Hartman used to play on SNL, a really dumb one, where "Keyrock" was an "unfrozen caveman laywer". The setup was that he was a caveman that they found somewhere, unfroze, and he came back to life and then somehow became a lawyer. His defense in every case was that he was just a caveman and our world frightened and confused him, but that he did know one thing - his client was innocent. Or whatever was appropriate in the particular case.
Anyway, poor Dad has a hard time doing more than one thing at once. If he's on the phone ordering pizza, you can't have a conversation about anything at all within earshot or he'll be too distracted to order. I'm pretty sure he can't walk and chew gum very well. So somehow this translated into him quoting that line from SNL about how he's just a caveman and the world frighens and confuses him. Now along with that go all kinds of jokes about how back in caveman days they just counted by piling rocks up in a corner, etc. He uses the caveman excuse a lot.
My dad is from a big crazy Italian family, most of whom still live in or near their hometown of Waterbury, CT. He is a big fan of food and when we were growing up and he went on business trips, he would always be sure to regale us with tales of what meals he ate on the trip.
Dad is an engineer so he's a nerd, but he likes to tell you that he wanted to build bridges or that he wanted to go to MIT and be an architect. Come on, Dad, we all know you're too much of an engineer to be an architect. I think you did the right thing.
My parents met in college. For more about that, read about my [[bio-mom mom]].