Thursday’s with Fergie: How Do You Know My Name?

The times they are a-changin’.

This post seems to be older than 18 years—a long time on the internet. It might be outdated.

I was walking back from ouf school’s Football game on Saturday (we won 42-41 after their kicker choked and missed the extra point). Bradford Hall is sort of on the way back to my house, so I walked through so I could say “hi” to Jared. As I walk down the hall, I see his parents writing a message on his little white board. As they leave, they inform me that his phone is off the hook and they can’t get through. So I’m standing in front of his door, looking up his number on my cell phone when Jared opens the door. It’s obvious he’s been taking a nap. So I say, “Your parents just left like two seconds ago.” So Jared bounds down the stairs and I follow, although I don’t bound. He catches his parents and we start talking. After a while, his mother asks, “Are you Brian?”
“No, I’m Andrew,” I say (although the fact that my brother is named Brian is rather funny, but only to me).
“Oh, Andrew Ferguson?” his mother replies.
“Um, yea,” I say. She’s definitely piqued my interest. I know I’ve never met her before and I doubt that Jared has volunteered my last name.
“You probably don’t want to know how I know that,” she says.
I pause, “Actually, you have me kinda interested now.”
“Well,” she continues, “your the first site that comes up when I Google ‘Jared Stewart’ and ‘Colorado School of Mines’.”

I laugh. My day had been made.

Here’s the search for “jared stewart” “colorado school of mines”

Another short anticdoteanecdote.:
“Where are you from?”
“I’m from Greece.”
“I thought you looked a little Greecey (greasy)”