It's not at all unusual for a Calderwood to engage in some sort of strange activity for no apparent reason at an unexpected time. I have inherited this trait and learned to embrace it, but it is my father who truly has made an art form out of what appears to most as a behavioral disorder. I have witnessed my father roast nuts at 5:30 in the morning, clean the gutters while it is pouring rain, and most recently...
begin carving up a smoked turkey half way through watching The Hurt Locker.
My dad and I find it very hard to stay focused on a movie that exceeds two hours, no matter how engrossing it may be.
"Try this, it's the shits (my father says "the shits" instead of "the shit)."
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