A lifetime ago, I walked down North River Road to get to the school bus. Each day, year after year, I noted Ernies boat. He had it up on drydock at the end of his driveway. Every day I read the name on the back of his boat. Be. Ats. Wal. King.
After four years of staring at that stern every day as I walked to and from the bus, I finally GOT IT.
Be ats
Wal king.
Beats Walking.
I remembered it this week when I was doing rounds at the hospital. A young girl wore a T-shirt. It said that Cally was for Nia.
“Who the hell is Nia?” I asked myself, “and why is Cally for her?”
After about the fourth time of passing her in the hall, I realized it said Cali, not Cally.
Cali
For
Nia.
Another Homer moment: “Doh!”
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