BUT DON'T CALL ME DENNY!

      All through most of my life I have corrected people who have addressed me as Denny. Just never cared for it much like my younger sister Deborah with Debby. The other day a regular customer at the Burg Grocery who I find very colorful and interesting calls me Denny. A fellow employee overheard that and started to tease me about it somewhat. 

        At this stage in life and under the circumstances I don't feel it is necessary to say anything. I had one classmate at Laurel that got away with calling me Denny, but, she was also a shoestring relative and I guess I just let her get away with it. Ya!Ya! As long as you call me to lunch, right?