I’m holed up in the house, but I’ve got electricity, coffee and peanut butter, so I’m good to go until I get up the nerve to venture out.
I’m of a mind to poke fun at myself.
It’s a dangerous combination to be both meticulous and absentminded. I’d think I was losing my wits until my wits remember they’ve always been absentminded. My greatest fear as a boy was to be walking city streets, reading a book, and get run over by a city bus. Greenville was intimidating when I was 10.
This has all been prompted by misidentifying an athlete in a quote, which was on the website for about 12 hours before I corrected it, in as much a hurry as any dog after a bone. Absentminded mistakes are hard to catch because the meticulous me can’t imagine booting such a grounder.
Anyway, names give me problems. The Presbyterian women’s basketball team has a Maleia, a Tionna, a Nyah and an A’nyah. Last names include Compton and Stockton, both shared with California cities.
When I was a lad and wagon trains still headed west, my best friend was Roy Walker, who was black and still is. African Americans typically had such names, but there’s no racial divide in change. White athletes have names today that sound similar but are unpredictably spelled: Rileys and Reillys can be girls but most often cloaked in Rylee, Rilee, Ryleigh, Rileigh, Rye Lee and, quite possibly, Rie Leigh and that’s not even going into the Asian possibilities. It’s amazing how many variants can spring from 2-syllable words.
Same as viruses, I reckon.
I remember a time, not too long ago, when a kid named Cody had a sure-fire future in bullriding. White people don’t watch westerns as much, but they still love cowboy names. Heck, fire, Stetson Bennett just led Georgia to the national by gosh football championship of the whole higher-education system.
Gloree, glori 2 ole Joija! An sum hail 2 Joija Tec!