Speaking of names, my dad's first name was Gerald. When I came along it was decided that I would be a Junior. Well, my dad had always gone by Jerry so when I came out, my mom already had a brother who went by Junior, she did NOT want me to go by Junior. It was determined that I would be called Jerry and dad would go by Gerald. You may have noticed it is Gerald with a "G" and Jerry with a "J". It is an Okie thing. My mom and dad divorced when I was 16. Speed ahead a couple years and mom met a really nice guy that owned a small cattle farm a few miles away. We had lived in the big thriving metropolis of Picher, OK. His name was Jack and he had a son named Jerry. They dated for a couple years and after I left home and joined the Navy, mom and Jack decided to get married. When they went to the courthouse to get their marriage license, Jack confided that his real name was Gerald. I heard from Jack that my mother uttered a few words that should not have been said in a courthouse here in the Bible Belt where Oklahoma is considered to be the buckle. It seems that when Jack was 6 or so years old that neither him or his best friend liked their names so they picked new ones. They told their parents and demanded the new names be used. And so, Gerald has been known as Jack to this day. Although the marriage had a bit of a rocky start, Jack paid her bail, they were married for the remaining 25 years of Jack's life. A finer man I never met. A heart of gold and he loved my mother as she should have been loved. Now you know just a little bit more about me.