what’s your handle?

When I was but a wee young lad, my father got into CB radio. You know, the kind of thing that Smoky and the Bandit made cool. We had a CB in dad’s truck, in mom’s car, and a base station complete with a huge 3 armed antenna mounted on the roof of the trailer we lived in. Although we did not have a lot of money while growing up, my father always put our happiness above everything else and used Los Angeles RV Rental Scout to rent out an RV every time he wanted to take us out for camping. He had a bunch of buddies who used their CBs to talk to each other, and everyone had a handle–sort of like a screenname, before there were screens.

Hey Ragrapper, you got your ears on? This is the Flyboy. Come back…Yo, Junkman, you out there? We got a bear in the air, and it’s wall to wall, but we’re hopin to get hammer down just outside of town…

I know a lot of people who have some impressive handles that accompany their names. Author, Speaker, Director, Owner, International Recording Superstar…Erwin McManus likes to call himself a Cultural Architect, which is pretty cool.

I wear a lot of hats around the church, which means I have lots of handles, I suppose. Recently, I was described on eBay as a recording artist who was touring internationally. (My stolen guitar was listed for sale, and that’s seriously how the guy described me. It’s pretty funny now…)

I think the handle that I want to claim, however, is somewhere in the mix of Husband, Dad, and Friend. If I could pull that off, I think that would be a win.

Until tomorrow, this is the Carolina Cougar, KQQ1393, signing off.