When I came to Florida, I was Larry. I went to work part-time for a professional engineer and construction inspection job-shop. Soon I was full-time and had charge of inspection teams in Florida, Kentucky and Wisconsin, where I am also a licensed civil engineer. They already had 2 Larry, a Terry, Gary, Barry and Eric. And a low-fi intercom. Nobody knew who was being paged.

The boss called a meeting to resolve the issue. The business manager, Larry McF—-, set the pattern for the solution, “You (the boss) can be Larry. I’ve been called Mac most of my life. How about you, Larry?” I silently pondered, ‘Never had a nickname, except ‘weird’. Hmm, that won’t work. So, Dr. Larry? Possible. Hmm, Mac/Mo. Moe? 3 Stooges!’ “Just call me Moe.” Then the others decided. After work I bought a 3 Stooges mouse pad.

But next morning, my guys had already slapped a red Sesame Street mouse pad on my desk. (The one pictured is available at Zazzle.com) And ‘they’, including my out-of-state guys, had already slapped my first initial to Mo. My teams were really tickled red (that’s an intense pink) to call their over-6-foot, post-grad leader by the name of a short, pre-school Muppet.

It took me a month to realized the affection (and the foolishness) behind their nickname and embrace it fully. From Melbourne to Ocala and from Sarasota to Ormond Beach and a dozen out-of-state cities, I became known as “L.Mo” to all. It was so pervasive that when I was hired as Sr. Land Development Engineer for another city, HR came to complete the forms, “So, Elmo, what’s your last name?”

It can happen, with His help.
L.Mo 20010202

To keep up with L.Mo’s Journey   SUBSCRIBE HERE !!

Follow their adventures on instagram or twitter for the awesome pics from their journeys.