Grisly Adams

There is a brief reference in Daughter of the Drunk at the Bar to a feud my brother and I had when we were growing up. On Wednesday evenings, I wanted to watch Eight is Enough. I loved that show. He wanted to watch The Life and Times of Grizzly Adams, starring Dan Haggerty.  We had to alternate weekly and it really chapped my ass.

What are the odds that Hollye Dexter, one of the writers I would ask to endorse my book, would be the niece of Mr. Haggerty? And how apropos that she alone, of all the many editors and persnickety writer friends who read it, noticed my typo. 

"Grisly" Adams. 

In Hollye's good nature, she pointed out that Grisly Adams would be an excellent name for a bearded serial killer, should I ever want to venture off in that direction with my writing.

I crack up every time I think of it.

'Tis good not to take oneself too seriously.

*Image from Wikipedia.