There is an older African American gentleman in town, whose name, some local ladies told me as he approached, is Hiboy.
"What did you say his name is?" I asked.
"Hiboy."
"How do you spell that? Just H-I-B-O-Y?"
"Well yes. That's not his real name. His real name is E—— P—— of course. But he got called Hiboy sometime, and it just stuck. He's always gone by it."
He and the ladies exchanged a couple of good-natured verbal tweaks as he passed by.
This is my bit of a blog. Rambling words about rambling days. No focus and nothing ambitious. I seem to write most about local color, nature, and animals, and there is an incomplete chunk about my road trips of 2011.
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