When I got home today, I found one of those family-portrait Christmas cards in my mailbox, from the Jimenez-Gomez family — Raul, Daddy, Ana, Papi & Oscar — in Granada Hills, California.
I have no idea who they are.
I’m wracking my brain trying to figure this one out. Since there’s no Mom in this picture, I’m assuming that the hypnenated family is two Dads; now, a long time ago I knew Robert Gomez, who was the ex of someone I ended up somewhat romantically… linked with. (Yeah, “linked” is the best euphemism I could use since it was… well, a strange relationship. Never mind. Forget I mentioned it.) Anyway, Robert, last time I heard, was living in Los Angeles, but it’s been the better part of a decade since I saw him last and frankly, embarrassingly, my memory of what he looks like is fuzzy. Is this a card from Robert? ‘Cause that’s the only possible connection I can think of. I don’t know anyone named Raul other than relatives, and they’d all be named Flores and come from El Paso.
Oh, and where’d they get my home address?
Well, I know that people can get my address — and no, I’m not going to give you any directions on how to do that — but I’m curious as to why someone would go to that trouble, even if it was someone that I may have known (albeit only peripherally) 10 years ago?
Regardless, it’s gonna go right next to the other cards. 
Thanks!
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