Author: Ralph Katz
Date: 2010-10-02 21:45
I have had a long experience with people trying to make puns on my name. The cricital test is whether they make me laugh or not, and I am a very tough sell.
Time for a rambling story: In 1958, I was on the "Milky the Clown" show in Detroit, on my 8th birthday, which was also being celebrated as the 8th birthday of the TV show. I remember it well - my dad took me downtown to be on TV, and my family and all my friends were glued to their RCA's. It was pretty sterile, all of the little birthday children dutifully sitting in adult-sized chairs, eating chips and egg nog, in our little shirts and ties or birthday dresses. I was dying to see the marionettes up close but they had us all well-contained. Then, one by one, Milky talked to us on the air. We all waited interminably for our turns, then mine came. The first thing he did was call me "Katz pajamas". He asked my school name, and I said "Dewey", to which he retorted "Do we what?". And a handful of other puns. This is what happened during my lone opportunity for juvenile fame and fortune. I wasn't traumatized - I just didn't think they were funny. My dad didn't think it was funny either, when the sponsor's egg-nog made me barf in his car on the way home. I found out later that my neighbor had a cousin on the production staff and he could go on the show whenever he wanted. Oh well. In any case, if some clown couldn't make me laugh at those jokes as a child, then its not gonna work for this old man now either.
No Katrina, even if I could ignore the fact that someone else has that name copyrighted, I wouldn't like it. Would you go Katrinamatics? Mun-Dingers? Katrina and the Hurricanes? Your choice, mine too.
Regards.
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