Perhaps I should explain the reason people sometimes refer to my brother, Stephen, as T one. It’s sort of cute, which is the only time you can describe my brother this way. Not that he isn’t a handsome man, cute is just not the preferred way to describe a man who could french kiss a cobra and still be alive.

As a youngster, Steve had a slight speech impediment. His S’s would stroll out of his mouth as T’s. For example: “What month is it, Steve?” Answer: “Teptember”. “What do you want for dinner tonight?” Answer: “Take”. “Who are you taking to the prom?” Answer: “Too Ellen Mays”. So, naturally, when responding to the question, “What is your name, young man?”, he would reply, “T ONE”. Instead of being the boy named “Sue”, or “Two”, he will forever be known as the boy named, “T One”.

Mere clarification for some of the blogs: Ghosts, Posts and T One.

Note to self and the rest of the world:  Don’t tell family members you have a blogging website because it seems to open up a can of germs.

Truly, (regretfully)

Ben

I’ll keep this brief.  Some people say Blue Tooths, VHS, Beta Max (Craig Hanson) microwave ovens, deep fried turkey ( or anything deep fried for that mattter…or batter), DVDs and STDs are the greatest things since sliced bread.  I just ate an ice cream sandwich.  To me, that is the greatest thing since sliced bread………..unless I win this bet I have with a friend (AKA Bookie) concerning the Huskies and Cornhuskers game tonight.   That will be really, really good bread.

Ben