Camping, nicknames and other things

As promised, here’s the tale and adventures of Storage Space. A while back I wrote about a camping adventure when Ignaton showed up and noticed something in the creek and bagged Storage Space’s frying pan.

Her name was and is Debra. She is the youngest of 11; the oldest is a girl, the other nine all boys. The family ran a large bike shop and had weekly cookouts on Friday nights, and a lot of us were invited.

Being the youngest, she always felt she had to prove herself, and she would do this by opening her mouth. The night she earned her name, her sister’s boyfriend showed up with his new box van -- 1973? The fad back then was to customize them. Bill had started to do that and had the frame for a large bed. Just the frame.

As Bill was showing us his handiwork, Ignaton points to open space under the frame and says, “What cha gonna put under there, Bill?” Debra steps up and says, “Storage space, stuuupid!”

“Really?” asked Ignaton. “Where do you buy this storage space stuuupid?” And thus, Debra became Storage Space.

It gets better -- or worse. As she grew up, she got married and had two kids. If you think kids today are mean -- Hey look, here comes Storage Space with her two night stands. Ouch!

Now on to Ignaton. A weird name? Actually, his dad gave him that name as his dad loved Egyptian history, and I bet you never knew there was a famous Pharoh named Ignation. You will have to look him up as he has a very intriguing history, a short life but long history. Very good reading. 

Next up? Adventures with Ignaton that you won’t want to miss. Even a handy-dandy household tip. Until then, smile, say hi to your neighbor, love ‘em or hate them and put down that phone!