There I am, minding my own business at Crown & Anchor with some friends, when I realize I have inadvertently sat at what seems to have been marked as my own personal seat. Years and years ago, my best friend nicknamed me "Mik," although I can't for the life of me remember how on earth it came about. Ever since, the nickname bubbles up in the oddest of places. For example, my niece seems to have adopted a version of it, calling me "Meek," which we think is just a mix up of the first and last letters of my name, as in "Mik." Kate, the creator of "Mik," was instantly charmed by Campbell's adoption of the moniker. And then tonight, of all tables and spots to choose from, here I find myself in front of a "Mik" etching. Hearing or seeing "Mik," or any of its variations, always warms my heart and reminds me how blessed I am to have such wonderful people in my life, most especially Kate "Charlie" Mack and Campbell "Chicken" McQuire!
