what's your handle?

When I was but a wee young lad, my father got into CB radio. You know, the kind of thing that Smoky and the Bandit made cool. We had a CB in dad's truck, in mom's car, and a base station complete with a huge 3 armed antenna mounted on the roof of the trailer we lived in. He had a bunch of buddies who used their CBs to talk to each other, and everyone had a handle--sort of like a screenname, before there were screens.

Hey Ragrapper, you got your ears on? This is the Flyboy. Come back...Yo, Junkman, you out there? We got a bear in the air, and it's wall to wall, but we're hopin to get hammer down just outside of town...

I know a lot of people who have some impressive handles that accompany their names. Author, Speaker, Director, Owner, International Recording Superstar...Erwin McManus likes to call himself a Cultural Architect, which is pretty cool.

I wear a lot of hats around the church, which means I have lots of handles, I suppose. Recently, I was described on eBay as a recording artist who was touring internationally. (My stolen guitar was listed for sale, and that's seriously how the guy described me. It's pretty funny now...)

I think the handle that I want to claim, however, is somewhere in the mix of Husband, Dad, and Friend. If I could pull that off, I think that would be a win.

Until tomorrow, this is the Carolina Cougar, KQQ1393, signing off.