My grandfather's brother's family. He was immensely successful actually. Our families were never close for some reason. Was the chairman of an investment bank in your area and owned a huge farm that he sequestered his 13 kids on. Whenever one of them got married he would just bust off a chunk for them to live on. I've mentioned him before. He went to Harvard, graduated from the naval academy and was the captain of a destroyer in WWII. Tons of other accomplishments as well.
Funny you should mention. Me and the gf did some adventure eating a couple weeks ago and went to this place called Ronnie & John's Beach Cafe that had a 4 1/2 star rating on Yelp. It was Hawaiian-ish surfer food being served in a ramshackle dump of a strip mall. Surfers in Marietta, GA. Sounded hysterical. One of the chefs was a graduate of Johnson & Wales so how far wrong could you go? We sit down with our food and the gf says under her breath, "Do you hear the music?" Devouring my spicy shrimp bacon rice bowl I hadn't. They were playing Jesus rock. The whole time. People kept coming in and they were all members of the same church apparently. The topper was some guy who came in and said aloud, "LOOKING FORWARD TO SOME GREAT WORSHIP TOMORROW, GUYS!" Fucking hysterical.
We have a rich history of hysterical team names. First Atlanta pro baseball team was called the Atlanta Crackers. Their negro league counterpart was the Atlanta Black Crackers. Then there's the minor league hockey team the Macon Whoopie.