You know how it is... some of these stories can be a little fuzzy....
Three or Four years ago (year of insanity or the year after) we were sitting around camp and Don Coleman told the story of how Roy Miller was quite nearly named Rosco.
Thelma and Roy Sr. had a dog. A dog they loved. The dog's name was Rosco. While Thelma was pregnant, the dog died. Roy Sr. was distraught and declared their son was to be named Rosco after their beloved dog. Alas, the time came, and Roy Jr. was christened with the name of his father, not the family pet.
Of course, this story was called bull shit, but I like to believe its true.
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Oh wow! I never knew that. I thought it was a nickname Dottie gave him. NICE!
Of course there wasn't an ounce of truth to it. My parent's never even owned a dog.
Aww, I liked that story though!
Actually, that story came to light 5 years ago. It was the summer that I was happily stranded in Georgetown with the RV. Roy has been Roscoe to me every since.
Wow, I can't believe that summer was that long ago!
I'm listening to Dinah Washington's "TV is the thing this year". I think Carrie is the thing this year. Cheers to you, and can't wait to meet you!
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