Quick story.

Last night Mrs. Greenbean and I were having dinner with the sprout and she told us about a new friend in the neighborhood.  She said the girl’s name was Delilah.

I smiled and said, “Keep her away from any boys named Samson.”

Sprout smiled and began to sing the lyrics, “Hey there Delilah what’s it like in New York City,” referencing the creepy stalker song by the Plain White T’s.

My wife, the delightful Mrs. Greenbean, asked if maybe she was the one who ran the annoying radio program.

What I find interesting is that at the drop of a name, all three of us thought of completely different connections.  My wife and daughter’s were both musical, but not quite the same.  Mine was literary and spiritual, but, curiously, it has a musical connection as well because of the famous French opera Samson and Delilah.

Hey There Delilah, Hedy Lamarr decked out as the vixen from the Opera Samson and Delilah
Hey There Delilah–Hedy Lamarr decked out as the vixen from the opera Samson and Delilah

Are the different ways we connect information based upon gender, generation, or just that we’re different people?  I’d like to know some thoughts on this.

But for the record, my response was certainly the most godly one, right?


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