Around when I was graduating from high school, there were these teenage parents in one of the towns near where I grew up who named their child Rambo. I assume he's had an easier time than Murray did, or at least will until Rambo tries to leave rural Iowa and go to college, at which point he might be wise to pull the Scott trick himself.
Blogger Murray was apparently inspired by me to begin his blog. It's always a treat to be mentioned in somebody's first post; it's gives one a rush of virtual fatherhood without all the dirty diapers or messy legal responsibility (click here and here for two especially distinguished examples of my being cited in a first post). Murray says that he's been "spending too much time" reading my blog but is impressed that I manage to blog despite being an "assistant prof at Madison." No offense, Murray, but if you spent even more time reading my blog, you might discover that I am no longer an assistant professor, nor am I currently at Madison.
Update: I just used my Googlestalking skills to track down the Murray/Scott from my hometown, whom I have talked to since high school, and sent him a link to my post. He reports:
"I am at peace with Murray at this point. My wife, some months ago,I think if I was out in public and heard a couple calling each other Murr, I would presume they were just getting in the Xmas spirit and had two children they nicknamed Gold and Frankincense.
took to calling me Murr. I for some reason then started calling her Murr,
most likely to prevent her from calling me Murr. Therefore, we both call
each other Murr, though we try to avoid it in public because it sounds