“A rose by any other name is still a rose.”
— William Shakespeare
As I got a ride back to the car dealership tonight for our fixed-up van, I had a pleasant conversation. The driver and I chatted about schools, rental cars and the all-to-rare sun. Trivial things, that probably won’t be remembered.
Yesterday, I got a ride from another driver. We chatted about things like the sun as well. We also discovered that we were both from the midwest – I from Iowa, he from Ohio. We talked about the Great Lakes and it turns out this gentleman had an interesting connection with history.
For those of you who didn’t grow up with a connection to the lakes, the Edmund Fitzgerald was a tanker that went famously down in a storm on Lake Superior in the 70’s. Gordon Lightfoot immortalized the loss in his famous song, The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The entire crew was lost along with Capt. McSorley. Yet, his name will live on.
If a person holds power, gets elected to office, is rich, or wins a championship, we remember his or her name. Even if they were the captain of a doomed ship, we remember their name.
I don’t think that will change. On the other hand, do we even ask the name of the lady behind the counter at the 7-11? Do we think about asking the name of the guy who fixed our car?
Why bother? After all, what’s in a name?
A person. That’s who.
Today’s small gift of time … When I said good bye to my two drivers, I asked their names. Nick and Walt.