I have to preface this story with a bit of information about school email addresses in California. Most teachers, at least the ones I know, have a school email address that is their first initial, last name, @, name of the town or school they teach at, ., k12, ., ca, ., us. So it looks something like email@example.com. Those of you that know me can figure out mine easily. Thus began a most strange journey in the Garver household.
A few nights ago, after 8 PM, Maureen and Sam were in the front bedroom playing with the kittens. Dad was reading Newsweek in the living room, and Annie was in the dining room "doing" homework. If you know our house, you know that really means we were all virtually in the same room. Annie belts out, "Dad, I need to email you some work that I need printed. What is your email address?"
Dad responded, "sgarver@escondido."
Maureen and Sam immediately perked their ears.
Annie then asked, "How do you spell Escondido?"
Dad dutifully responded, "E-S-C-O-. . ."
Maureen and Sam looked at each other and said, "Do you mean Exeter?"
Thus ended another rousing night at Casa Garver. I'm sure that revisionest variations of this story will be told, but it reminds me that after 8, I'm already gone as the Eagles sang.