Dex is the first critical encounter of the day for many people . He’s a transformative figure. Before you see him, a day is nothing more than possibilities.
Dex traffics in a vice not associated with a substantial health risk or with a moral failing. “Look how pretty it is!” a young woman beams as Dex foams a flower on her cappuccino.
Not long ago the barista and Jamie gave birth to beautiful baby girl. They aced the daunting responsibility new parents face. They bequeathed an inspired combination of names to their daughter.
Baby Lucy’s middle name is “Danger.” Dex says they plan to address her as Danger unless, of course, she wants to be Lucy. They’ll undoubtedly combine the two names when emphasis is needed as in: “Lucy Danger, clean your room!” or “Lucy Danger, we are so so proud of you!”
A Social Security database shows Danger appearing six years ago as a first name for a few boys. It sounds kind of desperate for a guy but as a middle name for someone named Lucy, it strikes a pitch-perfect chord.
Danger begins life immunized against mean girls, feckless suitors and identity thieves. How many country-western ballads she’ll inspire is anybody’s guess.
