Paging Daniel Boone

Every Head At The Gate Looked Up

I was at the airport recently waiting for my son to pick me up. They were paging a Daniel Boone — a desperate — we’re about to take off now, last flight call. I Don’t know if he ever showed up.

When I was a kid I was glued to the TV set when Daniel Boone was on too. Would I have named my son after him? Maybe — He was impressive.

We just can’t resist naming our kids after our heroes. We can’t resist naming them after our favorite songs either.

My mom and millions of other 1950’s era American parents named their daughters Barbara Ann.

Some may have even given their kid a nickname after their favorite candy bar too — like my Dad did nicknaming our baby sister Chunky during her younger years.

Thank goodness she didn’t mind. Kids have enough troubles growing up.

Ever the artsy smarty pants — she created a fancy placard for her bedroom door that read, “This Is Chunky’s Room — Knock Twice Before Entering.”

I would tell you to name your kids carefully — but that’s none of my business.

But know that your kids will certainly take it up with you if the name doesn’t fit or it causes problems for them.

Thanks for reading,

Barb Ann