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Those of you that spend too much time with me might know of my proclivity for silly wordplay. I don't mean being clever (although I try) but my penchant for doing things like pronouncing words backwards, as much as that's possible. I was obsessed with this in high school and actually read everything frontwards and backwards back then so that when looking at a menu, I'd consider items such as azzip, a regrubmah, or a rednirg. The daily bus ride to school made it so that even now when I drive through Springfield, I recognize Elpam, Rekrap, and Yelik streets as well as businesses like Stunod Niknud.
Anyway, my latest stupidity consists of rearranging phrases so that compound words end up sounding like "Straits of Gibraltar" (as opposed to Gibraltar Straits). So we get things like the object in my classroom becoming the "Board of Blackness" or allowing students to visit the "Room of Restfulness." I guess I've been at this a while because last week, my daughter Hannah asked about her grandfather watching something on TV about the "Sox of Redness." My wife, who fears Hannah will turn out too much like her silly father, just shook her head. I was tickled inside, of course. And then the other day, Hannah asked me if I wanted to eat some of her peanuts. Do the math. Why did they ever let me be a father?
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Observation: In the second paragraph the name of your daughter, Hannah, is mentioned. The casual reader (like myself) can only wonder if this palindrome was so chosen specifically to help negate the situation discussed in the first paragraph.
FWIW, I was obsessed with "canceling out" letters and numbers in sentences while in high school--I thought it might make a nice code. Example: "Cool dude" rewritten in this "code" would be "Cl ue" 2o 2d. Yeah, I know--it's dumb. :)
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