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Lyon. When I was a kid in grade school, I was a popular bully target. I had three things going against me: I was taller than everyone, I had an army style buzz haircut, and my last name. I used to hate my name back then - I wasn't even a fan of Steve, much less Lyon, which never even got spelled right half the time. But I kinda like the name now, and am proud of it. Unique without being weird, and I can even put a faux French accent on it if I want to sound like a douchebag.

Lyon, France

Short post tonight - don't want to be too antisocial while digesting mom's excellent Thanksgiving dinner. This year, Thanksgiving also happens to be mom's birthday. Happy birthday, ma! I hope everyone of my delightful readers had a good holiday.