It's never occurred to me to get a tattoo. Never. I know plenty of folks who have them. Chad for one. And, in fact, on Wednesday evening, he was broadcasting from Lady Luck Tattoo and Body Piercing where he got his latest tattoo, "Let the Sirens Sound."

During one of his live breaks, he casually suggested that I should get one. And before the break was finished, I had come up with an idea, just in case I decided to do it. And within minutes, Erin at Lady Luck had sketched it. Very impressive. Very cool.

My grandfather's brother, Uncle Nauman, served in the U.S. Navy. He was a blast. Whenever he'd come to visit--he lived in Connecticut--we'd always head over to my aunt's house for a big feast. And Uncle Nauman had no end of stories. He also cussed a lot, which I thought was cool. But it also made me nervous because he'd do it around my mom, and for some reason I thought I'd somehow get in trouble. I was a kid.

Anyway, Uncle Nauman had a tattoo on his upper arm that he had gotten somewhere while in the service. And it had faded over time. But it was a picture of a woman and, I believe, an anchor.

I don't remember the woman's name, but, nonetheless, THAT was the tattoo that popped into my head when Chad made his suggestion.

Where did the name "Esther" come from? I have no idea. But if this comes to pass, and you happen to see me and want to know who Esther is, just understand that Esther can be whoever you want her to be.

Good old Esther.