Why does that happen, that you never hear of a word or name before in your life and then all the sudden you start to see it all over. Recently the earmarked word was scrum. Someone wrote an article for the New York Times about a group of men from Bay Ridge who've been getting together annually for decades and in it the writer used the word scrum twice. He really liked that word I think. Then I was reading A Brooklyn Bachelor (a good source of especially savory verbage - oh, I bet he hates that word verbage though. At least I didn't write verbiage) and Thew described a group of starlings as a scrum. So naturally it was time to look that word up and as I recall it was sports related, which I found disappointing. What I'm wondering now is if that scrum is the same scrum as the scrum in scrumptious.
And I'm wondering what dragon it is that's in Dragonetti and Dragonette, a word or family name I've come across in my guided and misguided wanderings lately. The wanderings led me to Studio Dragonette, the framers on Argyle, (adorable shop,) and past a truck owned by the Dragonetti Brothers, landscapers based on Utica Avenue. The word dragonette means little dragon, I guess, I wonder if these people got their name from a small ancestor with a big attitude.
I wonder about these Brooklyn Dragonettis, who bear such a dramatic and intriguing name. What a name it is. It is messing with my sense of reality.
