Monday, March 30, 2009
What's in a name
Forty years ago I had a landlady and she had a son and his name was Cecil. She would call "Ceeeecillll" all over the house and neighborhood to find him. He lived at home and the landlady was a weasel, rhyms with Cecil and Cecil was a real mama's boy. I never liked the name because of it. I apologize to all Cecils who don't live at home and look like Arnold.
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