I nicknamed him NAIL…because he was very southern and it just felt right. His family was quite traditional, especially Nail’s Mama. She always wanted him to bring his girlfriends home for “supper” so the family (she) could check them out. I think I passed because I complimented her corn bread and squash casserole. I should’ve just stayed around for the great food. Oh well. He was a delicious Old Flame.