A Piece of My Mind Section Editor: Roxanne
K. Young, Associate Editor.
Name, please," queried the young man behind the counter of a popular
hamburger stand in the university district. Quickly and confidently, I answered,
"Jack." "That will be right out, sir," smiled the previously beleaguered boy.
Turning, I encountered the usual admonition of my exasperated wife: "Why don't
you use your own name? You are so childish."
I like the name Jack. To me it is a name of strength, athleticism, and
honesty. It reminds me of Jack Kennedy, Jack Armstrong, Jack Dempsey, and
especially my father, Jack. Responding with "My name is Jack" in restaurants
or hamburger joints almost always brings a smile in return, in contrast to
my real name, which elicits quizzical looks and numerous recantations. Besides,
I enjoy being childish at times—often to fulfill my wife's worst expectations
after so many years of mischievousness.
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