Daily writing prompt
If you could have something named after you, what would it be?
Either a mountain or a church. I’m most at home when I”m in the mountains, which is strange since I grew up at the beach. Tourists ruined that for me.
I long for the quiet and peacefulness, and the weather in the summer.
No one is going to remember me for anything, so a church might want them to consider eternity and make a decision to dedicate their life to God instead of ruin it like most do.
Delusions of Adequacy 
Old Navy friend of mine, FatJack . . . a nasty, obscene, profane, beer-drinkin, chain-smokin, pizza-stealin, self-indulgent smartass who never took full advantage of the laundering and laving facilities available to him, asked me one time to see if I could get a New Orleans brothel named after him if he passed before I did.
Jack was a unique character. Abrasive, snarky, and dagger-tongued, but everybody liked him. Helluva drummer, too . . . played with some recognizably named bands in California back in the 60s and 70s as a backup when their reg’lar guy was out for whatever.
As for me, I’d like to be remembered for some kind of oddity, an idiosyncrasy, a pie-in-the-face type incongruity, or even an insoluble dilemma or nobody-wins standoff, a classical Catch-22, an Olympic-level WTF? or a once-in-a-lifetime YGBSM!
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My son surprised me and saw fit to name his son after me. I am content.
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