I have written about the name of my blog before, but perhaps, at the beginning of summer, it is appropriate that I do so again. Bobo is sometimes a derisive name applied to a clown or joker. The closest Bobo in my neighborhood is the black cat belonging to my neighbors across the street. It is also close to the name by which my elder son is verbally addressed–Boh. When I was thinking of names for my blog, I decided I wanted something alliterative, and the name “Bobosbest” seemed to flow.
Now for the main point of this discussion: I am the son of Thomas Bobo Cooper (my daddy), the grandson of Clara Bobo (my grandmother). As Thomas Bobo Cooper, Jr., I feared some of my classmates would discover that horrible middle name moniker when I was in high school and thus used Tommy to keep them away from my middle name. However, by the time I was an adult and a married man, when our first child was born, my wife and I agreed that he should be Thomas Bobo Cooper, III–our Bo. He has since added an H to make it Boh and wears the name well. However, there will be no Thomas Bobo Cooper IV as he has already arrived, and his name is Luke.