My father’s name is Bill.<\/p>\n
The Hobbit<\/i>, I recall, was a very big book in our household. One of the many well-thumbed children’s books lying about.<\/p>\n
My mother began to refer to my father as “Bilbo Baggins” on occasion. Sometimes she would shorten it to just plain “Bilbo.” (My mother, like Tolkein, has created her own language – or maybe I should call it a dialect.)<\/p>\n
And somehow – through the morphing of time – “Bilbo Baggins” was shortened once again to: “Bo-Bags.”<\/p>\n
Bo-Bags.<\/b><\/p>\n
It makes no sense. Really.<\/p>\n
She still calls him “Bo-Bags” if the whimsy hits her.<\/p>\n
“Bo-Bags – want to take a walk on the beach?”<\/p>\n
I think Tolkein would be pleased.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My father’s name is Bill. The Hobbit, I recall, was a very big book in our household. One of the many well-thumbed children’s books lying about. My mother began to refer to my father as “Bilbo Baggins” on occasion. Sometimes … Continue reading