Growing up, I knew someone named Benny. Not Benjamin, not Ben. Not Benedict, either, and not Benito. Not Penny, not Benna. Benny. Just Benny.
The reason was, he was named after Jack Benny.
I think that is truly marvelous.
But if I were his parents, and I really wanted to go the whole hog, I’d’ve named my bouncing bundle Kubelsky.
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