I have spent a lot of time trying to figure out how national politics influences my every day life, but this weekend it has become much clearer: I have been called "Sarah Barracuda" about twenty times today.I have often been called "Sarah Barah," but the family apparently likes Palin's nickname better, and now, well, the end of my name has a "cuda" on the end. It didn't help at all when I went to the beach today and pulled out my goggles only to see that the brand was printed in big letters on the side "Barracuda." Nate laughed and laughed.
Thankfully my sense of identity was affirmed, when at the park, Uncle Sam played me a song that he had written for me when I was a toddler. "Sarah Beth" and "Sarah Liz" are present, but gratefully there is no mention of a barracuda. Thanks, Sam!
(c) Sam Angell, 1985
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