DAY 92: HARD AT WORK/ NAMES

I came upon this scene while taking a walk a few years ago. The gentleman at the forefront is a very familiar and friendly face to me. I can't believe I don't know his name, for sure! I should! I have seen him on that street many times and he's always offered a friendly wave or a bit of conversation and I consider him a friend. A friend whose name I don't even know - but should.

I am not positive, but I think he and his buddy were in the process of cleaning up damage from that major storm we had on May 1, 2002...

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Speaking of not knowing names...when my son was little, he never paid attention to anyone's last name. As any mother does, I would inquire about who this was and who that was when he would tell me about something that had happened at school, as any mother would do - but Matthew could only offer first names, so I was very often left to try and figure out who he was talking about.

When he was about in first grade or maybe second, he was telling me all about what happened at school with one of his friends, and he only knew the first name of the friend. Trying to place this friend, I asked, "Matthew, is he the little black boy that was (involved in whatever I was relating him to in trying to figure out who it was.)

Matthew thought for a moment and responded, "He's not black. He might be a little bit brown, though."

So I guess Matthew gets it honestly.

If me and Matthew don't remember your name, trust us - we still love you! We just have a hard time remembering names.