We found ourselves in Fairfield, Connecticut, at 3344 Oakhills Drive. It was quiet in the neighborhood - compared to SF. At least there was no Kimmy Gibbler around to ruin this vacation. A couple minutes after we arrived, Uncle Jesse, Aunt Becky, and Michelle arrived. Uncle Jesse looked steamed.

"Daniel, do you know how much it costs to ride a cab from JFK to here? About 130 bucks! When we go home, I want them to bring us to the airport!"

"Jess, calm down! I had to pay that much too. We have to make sacrifices if the girls want to meet their aunt."

At the doorstep of Aunt Angela's house, Uncle Jesse rang the doorbell. A male Italian answered the door.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes, we're looking for Angela Bower. I'm her cousin, Jesse Katsopolis."

"She's been expecting you. Why don't you and your..uh, family come in?"

"Thank you."

We entered the house. It was small, compared to ours. But, of course, I knew that this house didn't have 3 kids, 3 adults, and a dog. We dropped our stuff.

"Jesse, is that you?"

A female Caucasian - I was guessing this was Aunt Angela (she was blonde) - had entered from the kitchen. She paused, examining us very carefully. Finally, she spoke, looking a little embarrassed.

"Um, I'm having... difficulty remembering which one of you is Jess. I... didn't realize this family was so big."

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you! Pick me!" Michelle said, furiously waving her hand in the air.

"Yes?"

"This is Uncle Jesse." Michelle said, running over to him.

"Hi, Angela. It's been oh too long."

"You look... different. Did you cut your hair?"

"Yeah, I did."

"Who are all these people?"

"I'm glad you asked me that. If you had asked Danny, he would have us lined up tallest to shortest like in The Sound of Music when Maria meets the kids." He chuckled. "Okay. This," he said, coming over to Dad, "is Danny Tanner. This," he said, moving to Joey, "is Joey Gladstone, my partner in advertising—"

"You're in advertising? For an agency, I suppose?"

"Uh... we got fired earlier this year. But, we now have our own agency, J&J Creative Services." Joey said.

"That's weird! I'm also in advertising, and I have my own agency as well, The Bower Agency."

"Whoa, baby!" I thought. "Uncle Jesse and Aunt Angela have something in common, and they haven't seen each other in 14 years!"

"Anyway, this is my fiancee, Becky Donaldson." Uncle Jesse said, coming to Becky. "This, if you can remember Pam telling you about her, is Donna Jo, Danny's oldest daughter. We call her DJ," he said, moving to DJ. Coming over to me, he said, "This, is Stephanie, Danny's middle daughter, who's 6 years younger than DJ." I smiled. "This is Danny's youngest—" Michelle spoke. "I'm Michelle Elizabeth Tanner. I'm 5!" she said.

"Where's my lunch?" said a red head (I guessed that this was Mona). "I'm starving!"

"Yeah, Angela, when's lunch?" said a brunette, who was around DJ's height, coming in from the stairs.

"Mom, I thought you said we were going out for lunch?" said a blonde-haired boy, following her. They all froze when they saw us.

"Mother, Sam, Jonathan, I'd like you to meet Danny, DJ, Stephanie, and Michelle Tanner, Joey Gladstone, Becky Donaldson, and my cousin Jesse Katsopolis." she said, gesturing to all of us.

"Guys, I'd like you to meet my mother, Mona Robinson, my son, Jonathan, and my housekeeper's daughter, Samantha Micelli."

"Wow, this is a big family, Angela." Samantha said. "You can call me Sam - everyone does."

"Mom, Billy won't come down."

"Billy?" Danny said. "I thought you said you only had one son. Is he the housekeeper's son, too?"

"No, he's my housekeeper's old neighbor's grandson from Brooklyn. Let me get him." she said, running up the stairs.

"Hi..." said the Italian, coming up from what I saw was the basement.

"Hi," Uncle Jesse said. "Are you Angela's husband? I haven't seen you before."

"Uncle Jesse," I said, "you just saw him when he opened the door!"

"Uh, no, I'm not Angela's husband. I'm her housekeeper, Tony Micelli. She's divorced - her ex-husband travels in the wild."

"Oh, so Billy is your neighbor, and Sam's your daughter." Becky said. "I'm Becky Donaldson. You know Jess, my fiancee. This is Danny Tanner, and this is Joey Gladstone. And the girls are DJ, the oldest, Stephanie, the middle, and Michelle, the youngest."

"So, where are we going to be staying, Tony? It looks like you're already packed here." Joey said.

"Well, Angela said that Jonathan and Billy are in my room and Sam's in her room. The girls are in Sam's room, Danny and Joey are in Jonathan's room - it might be kinda small - and Jesse and Becky are in Mona's apartment. Mona's in Billy's room."

"Oooh, our own apartment for a week!" said my uncle.

"Is that the thing over the garage?" DJ asked.

"Yeah."

"Well, are you divorced too, Tony?" Dad asked.

"Um, my mom died when I was around Michelle's age," said Sam. "You're 5, right?"

"Yeah!"

"My mom died when I was 3."

"I'm so sorry." Joey said.

"Hey, we have something in common!" I said excitedly. "Our mom died when I was 4, Michelle was not even 1, and DJ was 10." I added sadly, "I was really sad. A drunk driver hit her, from what Deej told me."

"Marie died from cancer."

"Oh, I didn't mean to bring up this subject! This is supposed to be a happy occasion!" Dad said, seeing that all of us were starting to look sad.

"Okay, Billy's here! Let's go!" Aunt Angela said.

"Where are we going?" DJ asked.

"To a restaurant in Queens, NY that I think you'll all like. Okay, car arrangements: My Jag - me, Joey, Jesse, Becky, Jonathan, and Billy. Tony's Jeep: Tony, Sam, Mona, Danny, DJ, Stephanie, and Michelle. Let's move it!" Aunt Angela said.