I asked George this morning why his mother didn't name him a more traditional African American name.
"Why didn't she name you something like Cornelius or Orenthal?" I asked laughing. "You're named after a country music singer for Christ's sake!"
George burst out laughing in between sips of beer.
"You just don't know how much hell I catch from other brothas about being named George Jones!" he replied chuckling.
We both laughed and laughed. At least, George has a sense of humor about it all! I love that dear man.