Augie said as we pedaled next to each other on the way to Al’s. “I’m thinking we should call this Operation Doom.” “Yeah!” I said. “Or—hey! How ’bout we call it Operation Ultimate Doom?” “How ’bout Operation Ultimate Doom and Destruction!” Augie came back. “Perfect,” I said. Then I added, “It would be really cool if it made a good acronym.” “Huh?” “You know, like SCUBA.” Augie looked at me again like, Huh? “SCUBA. It stands for Self-Contained Underwater Breathing Apparatus,” I explained. “And POTUS is President of the United States. And the first lady is FLOTUS.” Augie shook his head. “I never knew what that was called. So, you mean, like SOB is one of those? An ack—” “Acronym, yeah. But ours would be…” I spelled it out: “O-U-D-A-D.” Augie made a face. “How would you even say that? Ow-dad? Sounds like a little kid who got hurt, crying for his father. That’s dumb.” “Or Oo-dad.” “Even dumber.” I thought about it.
