My Greatmother, as it turns out, was half Choctaw, half Irish. When she was young, it was not very cool to be either. She claimed she was Mexican. 3 generations of pseudo Mexicans later, plenty of Latino names and cousins who learned to speak Mexican, Texican and Spanish, a cousin and a brother do the fucking DNA thing. No Mexican...so those who gave a shit about geneology (not me, I was born in Alaska and both of my parents, all of my grandparents were born in the USA. I AM A FUCKING AMERICAN-sans-hyphen (or is it sans-hyphen-AMERICAN) were a bit dissappointed that family word of mouth history just wasn't so. We are from North America with strong indications of American Indian, there are indicators from Scotland, Ireland and Norway. They dug deeper and found the Choctaw connection.
I happen to love good (and sometimes cheap) whiskey and once enjoyed a fair scrap. I figure it's genetic. That's what I tell everyone. I believe it. You should, too.