What’s in a name? Baggage, that’s what.
I was in college the first time the late singer Rick James was hitting the charts. I won’t go into details but there was a certain amount of ribbing that went along with introducing myself at my college fraternity functions.
Hi, I’m Ric James.
Rick James? Superfreak!
That was usually followed up with a chord or two from that person’s favorite tune by Mr. James usually ending up in, for some reason, a James Brown AAOOOWWWW! Go figure.
In the years since I’ve run into a number of folks who still remember those days and will still toss the “superfreak” label at me, all in good fun. I’m used to it. I had to smile, however, this morning when I came across this post over on Instapundit that points out a candidate for Circuit Court Judge named – Christians everywhere, take note – Pilate. No, not Pontius Pilate of biblical fame. This is Patrice Pilate. Candidate. For a judge, no less.
Man, I thought I had baggage. Good luck, Ms. Pilate!
