Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Peering Back on New Year's Day
I know how far back a few relatives and friends go with me when they call me Donnie: to my teens and early twenties.
It's only those who see me intermittently, and it's kind of sweet, the diminutive, affectionate "ie" ending.
They may glimpse me as I was then. And with a pirate's spyglass, I almost do too.
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I am still attempting to refer to you as "Don" instead of Mr. Salper. To insert an "ie" would cause my father to turn over in his grave - referring to my superior in such informality.
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