From Friday to Sunday , I was in Syracuse visiting my family on my father 's side . I had an amazing time . I have to admit , though ... that many colors were used to paint this visit .

A: Why might I have visited the family on my father 's side ?

" By then , however , the " crazy pressure " had taken its toll , and Hope never made the call . I still have a souvenir of my chat with Strauss . It bears the phone number he gave me and my record of his parting words : " I wish you the best . I hope we both make it November 4 , because we need to work together on the problems that remain .

A: Who never reached out like they were supposed to ?

I think I blacked out for the rest ... I remember stopping somewhere and throwing up some more by a tree stump , then throwing up into Josh 's Trader Joe 's bag on the car ride home . Then I was kindly reminded of throwing up in the sink at my place .

A: Why was the narrator throwing up so much ?

I had a little Belgian grandmother . She was a difficult capable woman who kind of liked to be feared I think . She crocheted during Pirates games ( and swore like a sailor ! ) and headed an ER at night .

A:
What may be a part of my etnicity ?