tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15335157.post2693238117678842390..comments2024-03-11T21:37:02.393-07:00Comments on jamestown horribly awry: The Importance of Being Jr.Mr. Socialhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15538885380006128711noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15335157.post-84211398461031929752007-12-19T07:25:00.000-08:002007-12-19T07:25:00.000-08:00When I moved to the area, I knew who you were firs...When I moved to the area, I knew who you were first. It's only recently I've met your dad and he's the first Senior I've met who intro's himself as "senior." Must be due to your notoriety.TMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05976375351212372736noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15335157.post-68673808657303022632007-12-07T23:16:00.000-08:002007-12-07T23:16:00.000-08:00Hubby has the same first name as his dad (but not ...Hubby has the same first name as his dad (but not Junior), plus he has a middle name that he uses all the time, and when people don't (for official doc. etc) he tells them that the one without the "Ed" is his dad. They often refer to his dad as seniorstinkypawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04418558395508830375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15335157.post-4755382213917025362007-12-07T18:16:00.000-08:002007-12-07T18:16:00.000-08:00junior...j.r.....jar....pickles....stork.without t...junior...j.r.....jar....pickles....stork.<BR/><BR/>without the junior....there would be no stork.princess sleahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15089134046270139411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15335157.post-92021831489140768632007-12-07T13:21:00.000-08:002007-12-07T13:21:00.000-08:00thanks for your comment on my blog! :)thanks for your comment on my blog! :)Jaimehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05374227090285159716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15335157.post-66718015264732888072007-12-07T12:21:00.000-08:002007-12-07T12:21:00.000-08:00My dad wasn't a Junior but had the same first name...My dad wasn't a Junior but had the same first name as his dad. So conversations often included "Little John" and "Big John," or "Johnny." My dad's least favorite was "Little Johnny." True to his nature, he snapped one day at whatever relative decided to call him this, saying, "I'm an adult now. Call me John."Juliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16863687123757488629noreply@blogger.com