– Bertrand Russell
I’m just asking.
What do you call someone from Connecticut?
A Connector? A Connectian?
The question came up earlier this week while I was busy at my desk, whistling a happy tune and cataloging summer postcards.
Some office smart-aleck dropped by, picked up a card from the Nutmeg State and asked me what we called them? I’d never thought about it.
After a few moments I had to admit not only not knowing what to call a Connectitarian but I also didn’t know what to call a Massachusetts resident or somebody living in Maine, although I suggested “Maine Man” would probably be acceptable.
I’d like to say the discussion proved enlightening, but we soon got into an argument over “Alabaman” vs. “Alabamian.” And then someone said he had heard that Michigan residents are called Michiganders (the male ones, I suppose), and we all agreed to quit thinking about it and go back to work.
But not before someone had found a grammar Web site on the Internet that said the proper name for someone from Massachusetts is a “Masschusettsan,” someone from Maine is a “Mainer,” and someone from Connecticut is a “Connecticuter.”
REUNION REMINDER: Less than 50 years ago, Augusta wiped out an entire downtown neighborhood to build the new University Hospital and the buildings around it.
Some of the people who lived in that community, affectionately called Frog Hollow, will gather this weekend for the annual Harrisburg-Frog Hollow Reunion. It starts at 6:30 p.m. Saturday at American Legion Post 63 on Milledge Road; $10 will get in you in the door.
If you look at old photos, you see that Frog Hollow looked exactly like Harrisburg. Its major streets included Glover, Silcox, Cooper and Estes. They’re all gone now, replaced by medical buildings and parking lots.
If you want to remember the good old days, or help someone else remember with any memorabilia from Harrisburg or Frog Hollow, bring it Saturday night. Call (706) 729-9826 for more information.
TODAY’S JOKE: Henry Goldman shares this one.
Two good friends gathered at a funeral home to pay last respects to their friend and golf buddy, Gary. One said to the other, “You know Gary was one fine man. So many nice things were said of him. I hope I’m thought of like him when I die.”
He turned to his friend and said “Glenn, what would you like said about you when you are gone?”
Glenn said, “I hope somebody says ‘Look, he moved!’ ”