They call him Oscar

As many of you already know today is the Fish Festival in Wheatley (only The Freshwater Commercial Fishing Capital OF THE WORLD!)

They had a pancake breakfast, a parade, the Grand Unveiling of the new sign and tonight a fish fry.

This morning we went in for the pancake breakfast (we were the first ones in line – that's a hazard of being awake at 5-something-am-in-the-morning every morning). And we found a nice place to sit right across from the only other guy in the place.

We had a nice chat about what goes on – our friend wasn't able to participate in the Smoked Fish competition last year since he was feeling under the weather for quite a while.

I asked if they figured out what caused it. He said "Three heart attacks".

"Ya, that'll do it" I said. "I'm glad that you're here this year".

We chatted for a bit and I asked his name. "They call me Oscar" he said, "but my real name is.."

"Aahh! Don't confuse me! If they call you Oscar then I really don't want to know what your real name is!"

The lady that was listening in told us a story about someone saying that Uncle Allan looked a lot like Oscar. Turns out that when Momma named Oscar and his nine siblings, Poppa would give each of them nicknames. Oscar was called 'Allan ' by his Momma and 'Oscar' by his Poppa.

Makes you wonder is Poppa nicknamed all of the kids 'Oscar'. That way he could point in the general direction of one of his ten kids and say "Oscar! Get over here!" and whoever he happened to be pointing at would come rushing…

Hmmm…