Why are there no newborn babies named Cotton anymore? My mother had (has?) a friend with that name, but there can’t be too many of them left, can there? I hear about people naming their daughters Emily, and Ashley, and Abigail, and that sort of thing. But never Cotton.
What’s wrong with Cotton?! I think we have an obligation to save that name, before it becomes completely extinct. Every generation is presented with a challenge, and I believe this might be ours. Together we can make it happen!! So who’s with me?!!
Well. What other “friends of our parents” names are rarely assigned to the freshly-minted nowadays? How about Donna? You don’t see too many babies in a crib named Donna… Help me identify the at-risk names, so we can proceed with our important work.
And since we’re on this questionable subject, here are the most popular names of the 1960s (talking ’bout my generation). How far down the list do you have to go, before you can’t think of a classmate who had one of the names?
On the boy side of things, I might have to drop all the way down to #43: Jose. There were no Joses in our class (I mean, seriously), but I think I can come up with someone for every name above it.
As far as girls go, however, I can’t remember a Patricia (#6). Bill might be able to help with that one. He remembers everything, despite drinking roughly the same amount of beer as I have. It’s an amazing thing to behold, it really is.
And speaking of that… On Saturday Toney and I went to Cooper’s in Scranton, to explore their sizable beer selection. Here’s the list of drafts they gave us. Check out the snarky disclaimer at the end. Heh.
We only had two each, because it’s an eight-mile trek home (dammit). Both of us opted for the Victory Harvest Ale (fan-freaking-tastic!), and Hoppin Frog IPA (also very good, but with an odd aftertaste that reminded me of a whisk broom).
I can’t believe we’ve lived in this town for more than eight years, and hadn’t previously taken advantage of such an excellent beer-lover’s paradise. The bar itself is very pub-like, the staff seemed knowledgeable and friendly, and the lineup of beers was so interesting and good it almost made me cry.
Oh, we’ll be back. Over and over again. In fact, I want to go there every Saturday afternoon, for the rest of my life. I haven’t yet spoken with Toney about this plan, but it’s the way I’m currently leaning.
Surf Reporter Hope sent along a new batch of Smoking Fish sightings — on foreign soil again. Check ’em out. Our logo, man, he gets around.
And Matt from Florence sent me a great little CARE package, pictured here. It came in a vintage (and very cool) cigar box, with four real cigars (Saint Luis Rey Reserva Especial), a cigar cutter, several bubblegum and chocolate cigars, a DVD of the E documentary, and a collection of “hipster 2 hipster” music mp3s.
Thanks, man! I appreciate it, sincerely.
And finally, I have something extra-exciting to show you folks today: the kick-ass version 4.0 Surf Report shirts! Right here.
The Evil Twin created the design, and I think it’s nothing short of incredible. What do you say? The shirts will be short-sleeve, military green, and available in the normal lineup of sizes.
This time we’ll be branching out to a two-color design. Green is the color of the shirt itself, plus white and orange ink. I think it looks amazing, and I’m not just blowing smoke here.
Please help me out by pre-ordering. I’m not very good at guessing quantities and sizes, and your input will be mighty important.
And that, my friends, is that. I need to go to work now, weep softly into my keyboard for ten hours, and return home.
I’ll see ya tomorrow.