It’s an old drinking song from my college days. “C is for the C in Carroll College, A is for the A in Carroll College …” and so on, like “99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall” only different. No, I don’t know why we did it. I think we just wanted to sing while we were drinking, like medieval university students at Heidelburg. The one In Germany, not the one in Ohio. Though they probably drink and sing in Ohio, too.

They’re debating a change of names to Carroll University over on East Avenue. A sophomore (a word which dates from 1688 literally means “arguer”, but its folk definition goes back to two Greek words: “sophos” which means “wise” and “moros” which means “foolish”) named Michelle said, “So if my name is Beatrice, but if I change my name to Ashley … what does that change?” Well, I do know of a woman who was obese named Carol or Debbie or something like that who changed her name to Calista (when toothpick Calista Flockhart came onto the scene) got her stomach stapled and was no longer obese. Then again there was a baseball player for the Phillies named Richie Allen, who got traded to the Chicago White Sox and changed his name to Dick Allen. By all accounts, regardless of what name he chose, he was a Dick. So a name change could mean big changes or none, but probably somewhere in between. As for me, all a change to Carroll University would mean was more change in a world where people change things and never ask me what I think.

It looks like it’s going to be a busy morning, so I’ll release stories as time permits.