He’s quiet. He’s kind. He plays a mean tuba. He’s almost got a girlfriend. He’s scary smart. He’s almost seven feet tall. He’s the center of his football team’s one play. He views the world through rose-colored glasses not because he’s an optimist, but because that his family’s eye prescription. He’s got a train car full of Dead Relatives living behind his house. His chemistry teacher’s a real monster. And nobody in his family—including Patrick himself—is quite who he thinks they are. And that’s about to matter, a lot.
So who is the Amazing Patrick Dunphy?
Take a ride on the Rosemont Car and find out.
He’s quiet. He’s kind. He plays a mean tuba. He’s almost got a girlfriend. He’s scary smart. He’s almost seven feet tall. He’s the center of his football team’s one play. He views the world through rose-colored glasses not because he’s an optimist, but because that his family’s eye prescription. He’s got a train car full of Dead Relatives living behind his house. His chemistry teacher’s a real monster. And nobody in his family—including Patrick himself—is quite who he thinks they are. And that’s about to matter, a lot.
So who is the Amazing Patrick Dunphy?
Take a ride on the Rosemont Car and find out.