Gibbons and Hill have beards that reach to Delaware from here when the wind blows right. Beard...has no beard.
This is Herbert L. "Larry' Fedora, head football coach at the University of North Carolina. Though his name is Fedora, I can find no picture of him wearing a fedora-style hat. He always seems to wear one of those visors.
We know that a lot of names derive from occupations people had while Chaucer was riding to Canterbury, such as John, the guy who made loaves for eating sandwiches, became John Baker, and Stanley, who made barrels, was Stanley Cooper, and the guy who sold them stones for wedding rings was, of course, Jared Diamond. (They went to him way back then, too!)
I remember asking Richard Nixon to fix me a burger and some fries, but he just shook his head and said, "I am not a cook!"
Names can also have NOTHING to do with their bearer.
At 13, tossed on the windy seas of whether I would live to see 14 or not, I madly crushed on a young lady who took care of me at Mercy Hospital: Nurse Payne. Somewhere there must be a Mr Brewer who can't stand the taste of beer, and I once met a Reverend van Damme.
Moreover, there is no evidence that Marco Polo, creator of a call-and-response game still popular all over America, ever played any sort of mallet game on the back of a horse.
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