What's In A Name

There was this kid who had the unlucky fortune to have been named Cecil Fart.

In school he was bullied horrendously. “Hey, look, it’s Cecil Fart, look what the wind blew in…” “Is it me, or does it stink in here?”

Finally, when he turned 21, he was legally able to change his name. Eagerly, he went to the courthouse, and when they called his name, Cecil Fart, there were audible chuckles in the room.

Even the judge, when he approved the paperwork, couldn’t contain himself. But this was about to end.

The judge spoke – “Cecil Fart… (laughter)… we’ve accepted your petition… the court has granted you the right to change your name. What is it that you’d like to change it to?”

“Thank you, your honor. I’d like to change my name to James Fart.”

I'm almost  certain this little ditty was made up but jest but I'd like to now repeat a true story I related to you a few years ago.

In Iowa in the 70's girls high school basketball was a big deal. Every week the state wide newspaper ran a story on the leading scorer in the state. Week in and out this girl was from a small farm town called Moravia in southeast Iowa. Her name was Fonda Dicks. Her parents must have had a weird sense of humor.

Anyway, luckily for her she finally got married in her early twenties. Unfortunately for her the fella who she married was named Bill Peters.