I was checking my stats and happened to look over at the search engine terms which listed Straub Park at night. Say what? I have a park named after me? How humbling. It’s in St. Petersburg. Who knew I had such a following in the Tampa area. It looks like a lovely park with lots of fun events including movies under the stars and sledding and ice skating in winter.
Straub is not all that common a name. I mean yes, there is Peter Straub, a fellow author (clearly it’s in our blood) but I’ve never actually run into another Straub other than those in my immediate family, so this must be mine. Strange that they haven’t asked that I pose for a statue. Parks that carry your name should always have a statue, don’t you think?
Well, maybe it’s for both Pete and I and they just didn’t want to spark a controversy over whose statue should be more prominently displayed. Understandable. All kidding aside though, that’s kind of odd to look over and discover that there’s a whole area where everyone knows your name. I could be to St. Petersburg what Norm was to Cheers!