Good question.. Why do we name things..?

The answer is simple, we name things so we can own them – they become ours. Things we like we give warm, friendly and comfortable names, things we don’t like have nasty, derogatory names – the rest fall between those two stools.

My travel trailer is as yet unnamed, there has up to this point been no need, but seeing as how we will be developing a close and personal relationship in the not too distant future, the time has come. Fortunately this will not overtax my sadly abused brain because there is precedent..

Way back when, as a reward for surviving many hours of corporate Blame Assignment meetings and knowing whatever productivity levels my Training Department produced, there would be the inevitable demand for “Just another 10%..” and off again would go the merry-go-round.

I needed an Adventure. On a motorcycle. Philadelphia to Seattle seemed about right, so on the Monday after my last Friday of gainful employment, I climbed on what looked for all the world like a Barcalounger and headed West.

Six weeks later, with a mind cleansed of all the detritus, an idiotic grin and more bugs on my teeth than a Venus Flytrap could catch in a week, I rolled back up the driveway and parked the massive BMW in the garage, pausing only to explain in great detail just how grateful I was that he had taken such good care of me.

I patted the fuel tank and traced the name I had stenciled across it on both sides, somewhere in the midwest..

“Thank You Hannibal..”