“You can’t get blood out of a turnip” I said to Lawrence as we drove up to the gas station. He and I were having some fun “one upping” each other on proverbial gems from our parents. Oh you know those one liners that contained wisdom and humor at the same time. As he got out of the car to pay for the gas ,an attendant was struggling to put a liner in the trash can outdoors. The wind was blowing the bag all over the place. It was apparent she was frustrated. No one was prepared for the quip that seemed to come from no where but actually came from the middle aged man walking to the store. “That fit likes socks on a rooster”, the man commented. I was sure I heard him wrong. I confirmed his statement with Lawrence, “Did he just say socks on a rooster?”. We were laughing hysterically. He had certainly won the contest! All day long we referred to “socks on a rooster” and laughing all over again. Later that evening, the kids sat down with Lawrence and me to a dinner of Lawrence’s irresistable wood grilled chicken. Lawrence held up a leg and informed me, “When we start our business, we are going to call these Rooster Socks.” I was thrilled. Until that point I talked about the catering business that we would one day own. Lawrence used to give me those funny looks and never quite imagined it. That rainy and windy day in June of 2006 Lawrence named and claimed his business and signature dish. I later learned that in marketing a K sound at the end of a name makes the name fun and easy to recall. I will never ever forget how God whispered His plan into Lawrence’s ear a proverbial gem filled with His wisdom and humor.
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