As I pass cars on simple two-lane streets, I take casual notice of their license plates. If they begin with GGH (FYI: not my real plate number. I withhold that information for obvious reasons, most notably, there is a Best of Sugar Ray CD in the passenger side door), I squint even longer at the car because there's a chance I was at the BMV at the same time they were getting their plates. And if there's a close match, for instance GGH 1242 and GGH 1266, I stare at the driver in hopes that her tired, forlorn face will jump out at me, triggering a memory. Was she the girl buying bubblegum at 9:40 in the morning? Or the one moaning to Allison about her boyfriend trouble? This evening, I saw a couple of GGH's sputtering along on the road. Perhaps the drivers of those vehicles are wondering the same thing about me?
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-Favorite hand greeting: Firm handshake where you get a good grip on the palm
-You love cigars. Have you had a Havana?: Not yet, but you'd have to drive up to Canada to get one and I'm not driving to Canada for a cigar.
-Are there certain times when you'll smoke one?: I like to smoke and drive my car. I also like to have one when I'm visiting with family and friends--smoking it always outdoors.
-You have 2 T's in your name. Do you think there is a certain hierarchy when people have double letters in their name (i.e. the double A's and S's in Scandinavian names)?: I don't know if there's a hierarchy. If you have a double consonant, it's usually of foreign origin. Mine could be French, German, English or Spanish, for instance.
-You have taught ESL (English as a Second Language). Did you teach your students any swear words?: No swear words. But I had to teach them about the workplace craziness that goes on. There was this text called The Chronicles of Duda. In it, I remember a disgruntled office worker thought his boss was trying to kill him; it was presented in an ironic manner.