My morning blog

I was thinking about the importance of names this morning in the shower. I was bid calling and I thought back to when I went to auctioneering school. In some states you need to have gone to an "accredited" auctioneers school in order to be an auctioneer and there are only 3 in the country, and the best one is in Billings, interestingly. (In the southern states, auctioneers still refer to themselves as colonel. Colonels, the highest rank in the military, were the officers who sold confiscated pieces of land during the Civil War. But now we only to a colonel to be the inside of a nut!) In any case, the first thing they "stressed" on day one of ten, was how to have a conversation. A smile, a good handshake, and the importance of person's name. There were a little less than 30 people in the class and we had one day to remember their names and those of our "instructors". When someone remembers your name, it makes you feel good about yourself. (Look at Zachary Morris's blog). Does anything else lend itself so much to your identity as your name? Especially when it is spoken (Listen to Destiny's Child's "Say my name"). Later in the class we were taught how to allocate time with items, when needing to sell 600 items in 4 hours. So in a profession that depends on orality, a person's name is the most important thing to remember, but, like all of orality, time is also an auctioneer's worst enemy.