shortly after i moved to san francisco in 1979 to be with marty, we read an article in the SF Chronicle about a muni bus driver who had stolen a bus and had gotten as far as san luis obispo before being stopped. he told police he had commandeered the empty bus because he'd "never been to L.A. before and needed a break". the paper also mentioned that the bus driver went by the name "Ronny Foxy Baby". we were charmed. ten or maybe 15 years later, still living in california, we heard a breaking news story on the radio that someone from sacramento had stolen a city bus from the lot where he worked and was caught driving south, allegedly to L.A. - and just as we turned to look at each other, the announcer added, "the thief told police he prefers to be called by the name 'Ronny Foxy Baby'." we were smitten.
so much so that we named my power wheel chair after this superhero.
and then the 3 ducks. but since foxy and baby both eloped with new drakes this spring, our faithful remaining mallard is now bestowed with all 3 names for himself, the lucky duck.
