{"id":3293,"date":"2025-06-20T06:05:17","date_gmt":"2025-06-20T13:05:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/jajance.com\/Blog\/?p=3293"},"modified":"2025-06-20T07:20:53","modified_gmt":"2025-06-20T14:20:53","slug":"whats-in-a-name-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jajance.com\/Blog\/2025\/06\/20\/whats-in-a-name-6\/","title":{"rendered":"What&#8217;s in a Name"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>One of the most positive-minded people I ever knew was Estelle DuBose, a good friend and client from my days in the insurance business in Phoenix. While clearing out her deceased mother\u2019s home in Texas, Estelle was bitten by a rattlesnake. She came home and told me, \u201cIt was the best thing!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Turns out, when she was taken to the ER, a visiting physician happened to be an expert in snake bites, and he was in charge of treating her. The following week when a five year-old child was bitten by a rattlesnake, all the folks in the ER knew exactly what to do.<\/p>\n<p>In the throes of getting my divorce, selling my house, and moving to Seattle, I was plagued by insomnia. The only place I could sleep was literally in church! I\u2019d make it through the beginning of the service, but once the sermon started, I was out like a light. I know Reverend McKinley noticed because one day the title of the sermon was \u201cOn Sleeping in Church.\u201d I didn\u2019t hear a word of it.<\/p>\n<p>I know Reverend McKinley noticed because that day, as I was leaving, I apologized to him. \u201cDon\u2019t worry about it,\u201d he said with a smile. \u201cObviously you\u2019re getting exactly what you need out of being here.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Eventually, I spoke to Estelle about what was going on, saying that things were so bad I couldn\u2019t even pray about it. She said, in her delightful south Texas drawl. \u201cI&#8217;ll tell you what. You pray for the little things\u2014for whatever you need to get you through the day. I\u2019ll pray for the big things\u2014I\u2019ll pray to see you in your perfect place.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Eventually things sorted themselves out. I was able to load up the U-Haul trailer and move to Seattle where I continued working for the same insurance company in an office located at Sixth and Stewart. One of my friends there, was a guy named Arthur B. Cook. He was probably ten years older than I was. We sometimes grabbed a cup of coffee in the caf\u00e9 downstairs (The only Starbucks back then was their storefront near Pike Place Market!) and occasionally grabbed lunch together, also downstairs.<\/p>\n<p>By the way, during the ten years I worked for the Equitable Life Assurance Society, no one ever made a pass at me\u2014not once, and that includes Arthur B. Cook!<\/p>\n<p>I made a living selling life insurance, but writing was what I had always wanted to do. Eventually that became a possibility, and when I told Art, he was nothing short of encouraging and told me to go for it.<\/p>\n<p>When I wrote Until Proven Guilty, the main character was a guy born during the course of World War II to a mother who\u2019d been pregnant with him when his father, her fianc\u00e9, died in a motorcycle accident. When it came time to name him, I gave him the last name of Beaumont after the name of the town in Texas where his deceased father had been born. Why did I do that? Because that\u2019s where Estelle Dubose was born, too!<\/p>\n<p>When the book was published in 1985, I went through my rolodex (Yes, those were a thing back then!) and invited everyone I knew to the grand opening signing, including people from work.<\/p>\n<p>Naturally, Art, who had been one of my cheerleaders, bought a copy of the book and took it home. When his wife, Muriel, read it, she hit the roof. Turns out the B. in Arthur B. Cook\u2019s name stood for Beaumont. It took several years of the four of us\u2014Art and Muriel and Bill and me\u2014going to lunch together to convince Muriel that absolutely nothing had been going on!<\/p>\n<p>Both Estelle and Art are long departed now, but when it\u2019s time to write a Beau book, here in my perfect place, I feel as though they\u2019re both walking with me, because that\u2019s what hiding in J.P. Beaumont\u2019s name\u2014a whole lot of the author\u2019s personal history.<\/p>\n<p>PS<\/p>\n<div style=\"caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 21px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: auto; text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.3); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; text-decoration: none\">Forty years ago this week, Beaumont #1,<i><span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">&nbsp;<\/span>Until Proven Guilty<\/i>, went on sale. &nbsp;And forty years ago on Friday, June 21, 1985, is the day Bill and I met. &nbsp;So I can say, without equivocation, that this week I\u2019m celebrating forty years of living in what Estelle saw as my &#8220;perfect place.\u201d &nbsp;<\/div>\n<div style=\"caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 21px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: auto; text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.3); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; text-decoration: none\">When it came to praying, Estelle knew how to get it right!<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>One of the most positive-minded people I ever knew was Estelle DuBose, a good friend and client from my days in the insurance business in Phoenix. 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