WEIRD?

When I was around 13 my parents gifted me a bedroom redo. I remember going with my mother to a large furniture store in Newark, NJ to pick out new bedroom furniture. The store was owned by the Schaffer family, and my mother and Mrs. Schaffer, who worked at the store, immediately hit it off and became good friends.

The Schaffers had one child, a son named Bill who was brilliant, but a bit weird. Since I was also a bit weird, we quickly bonded. We used to talk on the phone, and I remember one night he asked me what my favorite word was. Back then it was witticism - a cleverly witty and often biting or ironic remark. I loved the way it sounded and of course loved the meaning.

Looking back, I wonder how normal it was to have a favorite word. Favorite song, yes. Favorite color, favorite movie star, even favorite food, but favorite word?

Although I don’t have the gift of verbal dexterity, since January I have subscribed to Merriam Webster so every day I receive an email with the new Word of the Day.

Told you, I’m weird.