In Los Angeles, Ralph Furley was in apartment number 201. He had just finished fixing the kitchen sink since it was a bit plugged up. Jack Tripper was the only one present and his other roommates, Janet Wood and Chrissie Snow were in town at work.
"Jack, you won't believe what I have been doing," Mr. Furley said as he took the plunger out from the sink.
"What happened?" Jack asked with interest.
"In the pass couple of months I have been searching in the past to see who else was part of my family tree. It's quite interesting too. Have you ever thought about doing this too?"
"I never really thought about that. How do you do your research on this whole family tree thing?" Jack asked.
"I don't know much about computers, Jack, but I've been on this one website that is pretty helpful."
"What is the name of the website? I never really learned to use a computer," Jack said, "but I do know about almost everything is on the computer these days."
"You are so right about that, Jack. The name of this helpful website is ancestry dot-com," Ralph told Jack.
"You mean that one website television keeps talking about?"
"That's right, Jack. I never really made an account to use that site."
"Is that against the law?" Jack asked.
"Of course not, Jack. Guests who don't have accounts can browse around."
"Oh," was all Jack could think of to say.
Jack did have another question to ask, so he went ahead.
"So this website you're using to find out who's in your family tree involving dead and alive people?" Jack asked, finding this subject very interesting.
"Well, Jack, the website gives out information on people who are no longer living, but it is interesting to typing your parents' names and see what happens."
"Next time you visit the website, can I come along?" Jack asked.
"Sure. Why not, Jack? You might learn a thing or two about these kind of machines. Since I don't own a computer, I only get a chance to se the library's."
"Oh, but I really show not much interests in computers."
"I understand that, Jack."
Just then, Chrissie walked into the kitchen and found Jack with Mr. Furley.
"Hi, guys. What's going on?" Chrissie asked.
She watched as Jack gave a high jump, unaware of Chrissie's arrival.
"Chrissie, when are you going to learn to stop scaring people like that?" Jack greeted his blonde roommate.
"Sorry," Chrissie apologized.
