It is a little off-topic, but a
good story so I will include here.
At the coffeehouse I hang out at, there used to be a girl whose last name is (something like) Twiddle.
Turns out an ancestor was named after a river (in Scotland?). A
knight went off to the crusades
and came
home several years later to find that
his wife
had had a child. Before he could say anything,
she came out and said, 'oh husband, do not blame me, i bathed in the river and this is what happened.'
The child was named after the river, and
his ancestors are
still alive to tell the story today.
Can you imagine being the
knight, and coming
home, I mean either you can make an issue about it,
or you could just accept the story and go on from there.
