What's The Dill?

I suppose I should get started by introducing myself.

I have no clue where my parents got my name. I recall asking them at one time but am unable to think of the result of that conversation. I considered asking them before writing this but ultimately decided it would detract from the purpose. So, we’ll go no more a roving. Well, perhaps I’ll Google it.

Lord Byron. By far the most prevalent in the search results. My father doesn’t strike me as one for British Romanticism. Must have been my mother.

Byron Wine. Estate bottled and produced. Their site has an “Inside Byron” link which could be helpful. Apparently Santa Barbara was once considered too cold and too windy for grapes but on the Byron Estate they persevered! Their Pinots and Chardonnays are praised for their character, depth, and honesty.

Byron Fuels. If you’re in need of Rotor Rage advanced competition helicopter fuel they’ve got it. According to their website if swallowed one should contact the Poison Control Center. Apparently enough people have consumed Rotor Rage that it is necessary to put the disclaimer on the home page. Concerning.

Byron L. Dorgan. United States Senator, North Dakota. Not terribly impressive but at least there’s another “famous” Byron to add to the list. There’s also Byron Nelson the golfer and
Byron Scott, a former NBA player and current coach of the New Orleans Hornets whom I’ve met. I was working at a golf course and wearing a name tag when I met him and he smiled and shook my hand.

Byronmn.com. The official website for the city of Byron, Minnesota. I know someone who is a General Manager at a country club in Byron, MN. Oddly enough, I worked with him at the golf course where I once met Byron Scott. There are also cities of Byron in Michigan, Illinois, Wyoming, and New York.

Byron Proper Hamburgers. 100% grass fed Aberdeen Angus beef from Scotland which is ground daily from select cuts of rump, chuck, and brisket. Yum.

So as you can see, it is entirely possible my name came from a variety of things. Or perhaps my parents thought Jordan (my brother) and Byron went well together. At any rate, I’d like to someday have a Byron Proper Hamburger and a glass of Byron Pinot in the city of Byron somewhere. In such a case the phrase “you are what you eat” could not be any more applicable. I’ll be sure to stay away from the Byron Fuels Rotor Rage though.