. . . When my wife and I were expecting our first child in 2000 (turned out to be children, twins), we did the usual thing of picking out potential names. I was pushing hard for Frederick Nathaniel, which would have given us Fred N. Barney.
No soap. Oh, well. Probably for the best. . . .
. . . did I mention that I did most of my growing up in Flintstone, Ga.?
Chuckle, chuckle.