Rantin'

I know everyone is eagerly awaiting my latest musings but we haven't done anything but bike ride and hang out on the porch. I was heartened however by a TV commercial I saw last weekend while watching the Duke v Notre Dame lacrosse game. Not many make TV so I was drawn to it. Fast food place called Moe's was the main sponsor and the game was played just up the road in Jacksonville.

So this guy wearing a suit is washing his hands in a public restroom presumably Moe's. He turns away from the sink to show that his pants are soaked. I wasn't listening to this point but this kind of humor is right up my alley. He looks around and finds a hand drier on the wall and takes off his pants, holds them over the outlet causing the pants to fly out horizontal. Just the a friend walks in and the announcer says something like " And then was born the immortal nickname of Wind Sock Jimmy".  The reason this struck me as interesting is that for years Kelly and I have discussed whether it is proper for parents to name a child and then decree that they will call her by something else. I have always maintained that a nickname must be the result of some spontaneous happenstance usually alcohol fueled. Some names are automatic nick names. Anyone with a "Fitz" is a Fitz. Mc and Mac are also Macks. Anyone named Lawlor is a "Red Dog", etc. The commercial proves my point!