Day 852: K as in …

Yesterday, I was on the phone with a kustomer service person named Krissy.

I’m guessing that’s how she spelled her name. With a K, not a C.

I’m guessing that bekause of our phone konversation, which inkluded this:

Krissy: Let me look you up in the system. What’s your name again?
Me: It’s Koplow. K as in …

And I paused, because I kould not, for the life of me, think of any word that started with a K to help Krissy spell Koplow, except for my late father’s line, which I heard kontinuously when he was alive and kicking:

K as in Knife.

I always loved it when my father said that to help spell our name, because it was so klever, komical and playful, like he was. But I didn’t want to use that K word  with Krissy yesterday. Why? As with any human aktion (or inaktion), the reasons kan be komplikated. Perhaps I kouldn’t use Knife with Krissy because:

• I didn’t want to steal from my father,
• I’m not loving the word knife lately, as I’m going under the surgical knife in two days bekause of my  kardiak kondition a/k/a kongenitally korrekted  tranposition, and
• Krissy didn’t sound, on the phone, like she’d partikularly enjoy that.

So, as the pause on the phone kontinued — with my mind stuck on Knife as the only K word I kould kome up with — Krissy helpfully suggested

Kristina?

Which led me to konklude that Krissy spelled her name with a K.

Direktly after that konversation, I saw a kommon K word:

And I konsidered using that, the next time I spell Koplow.

When I saw these

    

I kontemplated what K words those people might use, when spelling their names for others.

What K word would you use, if you kommonly needed to do that?

Do you see any Ks in these other images I enkountered yesterday?

              
 

 
                      

What K musik would you pikk, for this K post?

I’m inkluding “John McKee,” with koncert footage of Pat Metheny, Jack DeJohnette, Herbie Hancock, and Dave Holland:

and a Berklee Kollege of Musik performance of “John McKee” by Sonik Landskape, from the 5-week summer program (which had two additional weeks when I attended Berklee in the konsekutive summers of 1968 and 1969):

As I’ve already konkluded, it’s komplikated.

Komments?

Thousands of thanks to all kinds of people and places keeping this post on its K-track and to you — of kourse! — for koming by here, today.