This is Digby Pancake. If there was ever a place that I felt more comfortable in than Inverness, Florida…well, I don’t know where that would be.
It was brought to my attention by Girl Person that every place we visit in our travels has a story of how it got its name. Sometimes we don’t think about that. Maybe no one asks how Inverness, Florida came to be called that. Because maybe you have other things to think about. But I don’t today. So I asked about Inverness, Florida. And Girl Person told me.
She told me that it originally had one name. But then someone said it reminded him of his home of Scotland. And I’ve heard about Scotland. And I like Scotland. They have a solution to pants which I don’t care for. They. Like. Kilts!
Seems to me that my problem of wearing no pants to make room for more pancakes would be highly solved by a kilt.
But Sheriff Brickle? He said that anything that detracts from his handsome…well…isn’t acceptable. And he said I might look too good.
Yes. I know it would be all the rage. Dogs in kilts. Genius.
What I love about Inverness, Florida the most though…is not kilts. Which I have actually seen no one wearing.
But it’s the fact that someone loved it so much to name it after a place they called home.
You see, every place and every town and everywhere has a story. You just have to sometimes search to find it. But if you lift up that kilt of mystery, you never know what you’ll find out. Actually. Never mind.