HOODLUMS AND HANDVACS 2: TANNER TERROR.

When you get older, you start to notice that a lot of the things you consider familiar are actually kind of strange. For example, I grew up spending a lot of time with my maternal grandparents--hanging out at their house, playing in the sandbox, eating popcicles on the kitchen floor--you get the idea. I was already used to their first names even as a youngster, but it wasn't until this last year or so that I've begun to notice that very few people have the same names as they do. My grandpa's name is Elvy and my grandma's name is Loretta. Loretta isn't so uncommon in the south; Elvy, however, is uncommon enough that I'm sure none of you have encountered someone of that name. He used to laugh about a not-so-bright guy he worked with who would call him "L.V.", totally convinced that his name was just a pair of initials. I didn't quite understand how funny that was until now, either.