Taking you back to English class...

I'm sitting here addressing envelopes for invitations to our customers and I come across this name: Ms. Alba Tross.

For real? It's like an intellectual version of Ben Dover.

I don't claim to be a literary nerd, but I do remember this poem distinctly from Mr. Goodenough's Senior English class. Actually, I didn't remember the poem; I remembered that we had to write a "burden" on a piece of paper and wear it around our necks for the day.

The Rime of the Acient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Ah ! well a-day ! what evil looks
Had I from old and young !
Instead of
the cross, the Albatross
About my neck was hung.

So apparently I am a nerd who got a kick out of this. I mentioned it to someone in our office and she said, "Isn't that the prison in San Francisco?"