Back in my youthful days, I attended many Baptist Summer Camps. I’ve told you about the one in Palestine, Texas where Bobby Dodd of Atlanta, and I vied for the favor of one sweet young lady from Clarksville, Texas. Well, I did some ‘searching’ for Bobby Dodd of Atlanta, Texas, and did I get a shock. That same young man against whom I vied for Laverne’s attention and against whom I pitched a victorious softball game, would become an outstanding athlete and “All-Texas” football star. My breakfast-table-mate, James, mentioned that he had gone to school at Atlanta and was awarded a junior college basketball scholarship AND was Bobby’s team mate. Neither of us was successful in our pursuit of the young lady, but both participated in a single football game on Tiger Field the next year. As I recall, he was busy ripping our defense to shreds and I was involved as solo trumpet with the Tiger Band.  Initially, I had a lack of respect for the Atlanta Rabbits. since Tigers had them for lunch, but this bunch of “hoppers” handed the Black&Gold Boys a minus on the scoreboard. Yes, there was stunned silence in Tiger Stadium the night the Atlanta Rabbits came and the clock dripped zeros, donchaknow.  What’s in a name anyway.  That’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates.   AMEN