CHARLESTON, W.Va. -- I was manning the registration desk at my 30-year reunion, amused by history having looped back around to me working a table while my classmates socialized, when a man -- the guest of a fellow Nitro class of '82 attendee -- approached seeking a new name tag.
There was nothing wrong with the tag Michael Fleener was wearing. He just said he felt like being someone else for the night.
I never realized reinventing yourself could be so easy. And there were so many possibilities.
Among the names he considered were Buck Fifty, Arlo Prices, Kurt Reply. And Hugh Jorgan.
In the end, cartoon nostalgia won out and he went with W.E. Coyote.
Originally, though, Mr. Coyote had other ideas about what name he'd like to have been for the night. His first choice, he said, would've been to use the name of a classmate who'd died many years back.
"That way I could walk up to people all evening and go, 'Hey. Why weren't you at my funeral?'"
Fleener struck me as someone who could put the "fun" in "funeral."