And I'm not even that good at flying kites!

"Is this **** the daughter of Kenneth and Dorothy *****?"

"Yes," my mother answered the strange caller.

"I'm your cousin," the woman replied, "A few times removed."

Turns out the person on the phone was a hobby genealogist doing research on her family's history. And she revealed something else to my mother, and sent her the family tree by email to prove it. You may remember I posted about discovering that I had an ancestor who is in a Beach Boys song. It turns out I am also directly descended from Benjamin Franklin. Yes, that Benjamin Franklin. He's my great, great, great (a few of them) grandfather.

Sure beats the rum-runner lineage. :-)