When I was growing up, my mother had a particular penchant for words. She loved words of all sizes and when she couldn’t find one to fit her needs, she made one up. Another of her ‘very normal’ vices was never remembering the names of her children or animals, so she would start through the list … Diane, Carol, Jamie, Charcoal, OD and proceed on through guinea pigs and fish. One day, she’d had it and rather than call us all animals, she just called for her nammynools. It stuck and long after she was gone, became my call-sign. I like it. It fits. And maybe another day, I will tell you about some of her more interesting words and her very interesting, but short, life. She was a brilliant woman and as a child I believed everything she said. Going to school and repeating the things she said, though, made for an interesting life. Fortunately, we lived in small towns and people knew the preacher’s wife for who she was. They didn’t get too worried, just knew she’d been at it again with the words.