| Just lost a bet with my wife that Duke of Earl or Earl Grey would be on here. And Bugs Bunny didn't help matters any with Sir Loin of Beef, Milk of Magnesia, Essence of Myrrh. The great thing about this and the giant business card is when yo have 74 words to your title, you don't need anything more than your first name. Ironic. Come on, he knocks on your front door one day, you open it, and he gives a polite nod and wry smile, "Charles," is all he says. Yes, of course, I know you, holy cow, this is so cool, hey everybody, look who is at my door! "No, my good man, I must formally introduce myself. My name is...." Uh-uh. Actually crossed paths a few times skiing at Whistler about 12 years ago--a fleet of black SUVS pulls up to the lifts and we're held back from the entrance for a few minutes while he and the boys are loaded on the gondola. They let a few empty cars go by, then let the rest of us in. Pretty low-key, really... for a guy with a 74-word name. Add in his sons' titles and that gondy had like 120 words worth of name riding up the slopes. |