Normally, I tend not to announce the births of co-workers’ children because I usually forget and/or I don’t know the parent(s) well enough. In this case, I couldn’t resist due to this young man’s name. Luke is not really that unusual, especially in the South and people forget it’s originally Greek as in one of the four gospels (written about 100 AD). However, Luke’s father (Kelly) is a huge Sci-Fi/Star Trek fan. I recall him telling everyone at work about his upcoming son named Kirk (no explanation needed) and I think his wife agreed to it. Yesterday was the big day and ta dah! Heeeerrreee’s…Luke. Well, at least it’s the hero in Star Wars, a fair compromise on the fandom front.
Then I was inspired to write about it because I quickly imagined this future exchange around Kelly’s house:
Luuuuuuke! Luuuuuuke! I am your father…take out the trash.