A few years ago, there was a problem where I worked.  There were three people named ‘Ron’ in the same department. So when someone referred to one of us, it was not clear who they were talking about.  So someone back in junior high (yes, junior high – before they started calling it middle school) nick-named me “Grim”.  So back in the some-what present day, I suggested that everyone refer to me as “Grim”, so as to avoid confusion with the other two Rons.

The name stuck.  Good or bad, thats me.

I just wish I had even a small percentage of the royalties from all the works of the fairy tales that my ancestors wrote.

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