By the way, his name is Ted.

The guy at the local bicycle shop has called me John. For a long time. I don’t see him all that often. But to him, I’ve been ‘John’ for years. But today I corrected him. Probably should have done it sooner. But really, it doesn’t make that much difference what I’m called. I don’t even mind a little bit of profanity aimed in my direction. Anyway, I didn’t know the name of the guy. Until today. I just didn’t use his name. Which may be just as bad as calling him by the wrong name. By the way, his name is Ted. –Jim Broede