The Union Recorder

July 27, 2013

A king by any other name is, well, maybe a grandson

Mike Rowland
The Union-Recorder

MILLEDGEVILLE — I guess by now you know this past week the royal couple gave birth to the latest heir to the throne in Great Britain. A baby boy, in fact, which I guess means at some point he will become king. How cool would that be?  

I always thought I’d like to be king. Oh come on!  You’ve had that thought, too. Which one of you hasn’t thought, “If I were king for a day…?”

Of course I hear there isn’t much power in that job anymore. What’s the use in being king if you can’t order a few of your enemies into stocks?  

There was much to do about what to call his Royal Highness.  It seems there was some talk about it taking several weeks to come up with a name. Apparently, there is some kind of protocol royal families go through to make such decisions.

I, on the other hand, have a grandson on the way, and I’m just here to tell you that my son and daughter-in-law wasted no time in picking out a name. Trenton Matthew Rowland. Matthew is my son’s middle name, and I have no idea where Trenton came from.

I did a little Google homework and found out that the Trenton has an English origin. I’m actually feeling a little British just thinking about it.

It means Trent’s town, which makes a lot of sense given that it is the name of a town in New Jersey. The whole English thing has gotten me to thinking that maybe we are related to royalty. That might be a column for another day.

I see where Prince William and Duchess Kate named their little bundle of joy George Alexander Louis. I was pulling for Wendell. Don’t ask me why. Can’t explain it. I just think King Wendell sounds better than King George - or is it King George Alexander - or is it King George Alexander Louis - our maybe King GAL for short.

See why I was pulling for Wendell?

Otis was pulling for…well, King Otis. Otis is my 110 pound chocolate lab. We were watching ESPN the other day when the news broke, and while he really didn’t come right out and say it, I could just tell by the look on his face that he was disappointed in the name choice.

Generally speaking, my four-footed, canine friend has an ego that rivals his owner, but sadness on the face of a big dog is just moving. Dude, maybe next time.

I think it was Shakespeare who said, “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”  I’m really not sure what this has to do with anything, but I think Shakespeare was British. I’ll bet he wanted to be king, too.

I have no idea how the life of a future king unfolds through the formative years on his way to the high school prom. What I do know is that a king resides behind the eyes of every little boy who has ever entered this world.

I look forward to the birth of my little king and a lifetime of service in helping him grow into the kind of leader for which his subjects can be proud.