There are many strange things, strange people, or strange ideas.

And then there was Orange, and he was very strange. First of all, a name like Orange was not your regular run-of-the-mill type of name. Second, it was a color and usually not considered a name for a person. Then, third, an Orange was a fruit, not a person, unless you were unfortunately called Orange.

Orange did not appear to care for his name, like how some people did not care for pulp in their otherwise smooth drink. People told him all the time how he should use his name to become a comedian because they thought that would be very funny, or that he should change it to something more normal like Clark.

All the time, people asked him question after question. How are you, Orange? What are you doing, Orange? Why Orange? Are you an Orange? Where is Orange? Do you like the color Orange? Orange, if you eat an Orange, is that cannibalism?

That last one was getting very old, and it was in poor taste. No, it was not cannibalism. Orange was a person, not an Orange, but explaining the matter became very awkward at times, especially over email.

At this point in Orange’s life, one would expect him...