Just thought I'd give you guys a little 'history lesson' on me. :-) My new e-mail addy seems a bit odd I'm sure to some... so here's the skinny.
My Grandmother started calling me 'Komish' while I was still in my mommy's belly. As the story goes... My parents were flooded out of their house in
1975, during a 100-year flood. Apparently... because the house was flooded my mother couldn't get to her birth control in the house. And hence, me...
12 years younger than my brother... unplanned. The rivers that flooded were the 'Snohomish and Skykomish'. So... Komish. Thankfully... Grandma was the only one who used it and only when she made me something or wrote me a letter.
My brother got stuck with 'Bronco' and it really stuck. Everyone calls him Bronco... most people don't know his real name. lol
Well... sorry for the rambling. Just thought I'd fill ya'll in. Have a great night!!
-- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Well, there's things that never will be right I know, And things need changin' everywhere you go, But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right, You'll never see me wear a suit of white. In honor of the great Johnny Cash... RIP September 12, 2003 Father of Rockabilly