Dreaming the wind

I get a kick out of unusual names, most likely in part because my parents chose one of the most popular girls names of the 1980s for me. I’ve always wondered whether life would have been different had I been born a Guinevere or a Dandelion, rather than being lumped in with all the other Jennifers and Jessicas of my generation.

It’s the truly unusual names I’m fascinated by though, especially when someone with a very unique name gets arrested. It makes it more difficult to fly under the radar, one would think. In today’s arrest logs from the Capitola Police Department, I discovered that a woman named Skylar Dreams the Wind Everett was arrested yesterday afternoon. In jail records, “Dreams the Wind” is listed as her middle name, in case you wondered. She was only arrested on suspicion of misdemeanors, and as every good American should know,  you are innocent until being proven guilty and Ms. Everett has not been convicted. So’s she’s assumed innocent. Got it? That said, I was very intrigued by one of the charges.

In addition to being arrested on suspicion of giving a false ID to police officers, possessing controlled substance paraphernalia and possession of a syringe, she was arrested on suspicion of manufacturing/possessing/sale of a shobi-zue.

Is this a regular thing? I had absolutely no idea what a shobi-zue was until I did a little google searching. Apparently it’s a term for any sort of knife contained with in a tube, such as walking cane that contains a small knife within the handle. Who knew? Can I use this term in Scrabble?

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  • Boomer

    Google “Superman The Aquarian” sometimes. He used to be a local. It’s the name on his birth certificate, and I know he has gone by it for legal purposes on at least some occasions. People born to hippies in the ’60s and ’70s sometimes ended up with some pretty strange name baggage. I once met a ten-year-old child-of-hippies named Pandora Galaxy back in the early eighties. At the age of ten, she was petitioning the court to have her name changed. Then there was a kid named Ramses, after a condom that failed under stress, but that’s Marin for you.