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Origin of a Name

by Brian Steel

I love Ireland. My name is like that channel of water separating the coasts of England and the Emerald Isle. You see, my father is English; so English, in fact, that he refuses to drink coffee. But that is only half of me, and when I was born, the Irish, in the form of my mother, won a tiny victory over their historic foes to the East. She insisted on a Gaelic first name, and I became Brian; and thank god for that, because if the English had won yet another battle against the Irish, I would have been called Roy George Steel the Third. And that is why I love Ireland.

6S

Brian Steel has resided in numerous cities throughout the US and Canada, and now lives and writes in the weird wilds of Baltimore, Maryland. He really does love Ireland, and believes that Guinness is sacred.

3 comments:

Madam Z said...

Brian instead of "Roy George." You are indeed fortunate that your mother won that "tiny victory." The name Roy George is such a tiny step from BOY George. And Boy George might have a tough time in Ireland. I am toasting you and your Six with a nice, hot cup of coffee, because I "love Ireland" too.

Linda said...

Nice 6S. I enjoyed the origins of your name. I understand - had I been born a boy, I would be called Bruce. Ugh... Perhaps I'll run into you someday in those weird wilds of Baltimore, as that is where I wander, too. Peace...

Mercury said...

If I was a boy, I would have been Phillip. But I love you piece, because I too love my homeland, my England, even though we are seperated by 3000 miles and a large wet thing.