Why didn’t I think of it before. “Skeet!” My dad always called me “Skeet.” Let me see if I can remember why… maybe I’ll ask my brother. Yoda was suggested but there must be a million Yodas out there. I can’t call myself Yoda. That’s like Jesus to me. I’ve been called: Erle, Magic, Iceman, Doogle, MacDoogle, Skeet, Tiger, Kahuna, Lance, Kelly, Brother Erle, Slewfoot… Aunt Kit, my unconditional loving aunt always called me MacDoogle. She died early maybe due to alcoholism. Maybe I will honor her. How about “Kit?” Kit can me a man’s name, can’t it? I’m going to sleep on this. How about “Skit?” Skeet and Kit.
It will come to me. Maybe “65.”
I will sleep on it. 👣
Gray In The Woods 
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