Everyone has a crazy family, especially me.

My great uncle jim was a dapper man with brown curly locks and a soft southern accent. Being a logger, he travelled and was often removed from his family for long periods of time. When great uncle jim died the entire family showed up to pay their respects. His wife and kids were in attendance for the services. Then his other wife and kids showed up.

That's right, although he wasn't of the mormon persuasion, great uncle jim was a living , breathing practicer of boligamy (i don't know how to spell it, but you get the point).

Quite the shocker, wouldn't you agree?

The craziness never ceases in the bowels of warrick county. Sometimes we even make the news:

I find it odd