Surfing the Inner N8

In response to my new iPod being named “Steve” after my dad, my mom had some thoughts that got me laughing. She emailed me:

I can just hear the conversations now…

“Carolyn, have you seen Steve anywhere?”

“Man, that’s a cool song — I’m gonna download it on Steve.”

“The time just flew by — I was listening to Steve.”

Those conversations would be made even more amusing by the fact that Carolyn’s dad is also named Steve.