|The Jackson family is a complex bunch.|
|My father, Al, was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York. His mother was Italian
and his father was from Kentucky. Grandma worked for Chase Manhattan Bank and only had one eye.
Grandpa worked for the Manhattan Transit Authority repairing buses and served in the Navy during
World War II. He looked kind of like Joe DiMaggio in uniform.|
|My dad went to Hunter College in New York City, but his claim to fame is that he was
at Woodstock. He played the guitar and still plays the drums. In high school he had long hair,
one of his many stylish phases.|
|Dad traveled through Europe after college, and that's when he met my mom. My mother, Hanne,
is from Denmark. She met my dad in the swinging 70s and moved to the U.S. after they got married.
All of her family still lives in Denmark. She has been here for 25 years and still refuses to
become a U.S. citizen. So she tells me who to vote for. Anyway, after they got married the young
couple lived in Tennessee and Vermont before moving to Dayton, Ohio, where I was born in 1981.
I was a good baby, and my mom used to sing me to sleep in the rocking chair on the porch. OK, I
made that part up.|
|It wasn't long before we all moved to New Jersey (Go Jersey!), where my brother, Nick,
was born two years later. We spent our carefree years in Piscataway, New Jersey before moving to
Gainesville, Florida in 1988, where we've been ever since. Nick and I always dressed up in
costume before we left the house. OK, I made that part up too.|
|Our family has been in Gainesville for 14 years now, and much has changed in that time.
The newest Jackson is our dog, Jet. She came from the pound and likes to chew on Beanie Babies
in her spare time.|
|My dad is now a social worker at the VA Medical Center in Lake City. My mom is an
elementary school art teacher. My brother is a senior in high school. And I still live in
Gainesville, but not at home. I love them, but you understand.|