Except it’s not.
I’ve never been a huge genealogy person. I know what I know, and that’s enough.
Maybe I’m scared what a little research might reveal. Maybe I’ll find out some of my relatives were heinous criminals or total weirdo losers.
Or maybe I just don’t care all that much.
But that’s OK. Donald Boyer cares enough for the both of us.
The 77-year-old I’ve spent some time with over the past few months was kind enough to let me into his world.
Boyer, who lives in York, has been the historian for the Association of American Boyers since his mid-20s.
And he’s still going.
That’s some work ethic.
Anywho, I’m pretty proud of this profile.