A Reason for Everything

There is a reason for everything. That’s what

father told me when he figured I was old

enough to understand his reply to my asking

him, why? Still, there is so much left out there

dangling on life’s tenuous thread of uncertainty.

Take first names for instance, mine happens to

be Christopher. It’s not as common as say, Bob,

Sam, or Tom, but not nearly as rare as Ulysses

or Titus or Manfred. So, if you hear your name

called out by the hostess at a restaurant, run to

the front, waive your hands frantically, and

answer as fast as you can. You never know, there

may be another one waiting with the same first

name who is just as hungry as you. And it is then

you understand, no matter how common, they

always ask for first names in those places. They

know, unless your name happens to be either

Smith or Jones, chances are more than likely they
would mispronounce your last.

Chris Hanch 1-15-18