During my tenure as a lifeguard with the City of Fremont, one of the duties of the lifeguard was to fully document any rescue activity that occured at our man-made lakefront facility. We had a binder called the "Rescue Log", and if anyone was rescued it was customary to take down their name and info along with a statement detailing the events that led to the near drowning. One day, a 12 year old African-American girl was plucked from the deep end by one of Fremont's Finest after overestimating her aquatic abilities. It was my honor to chronicle her harrowing ordeal in the Recue Log. She told me that her name was "Ray-ray", and when I asked her how she spelled it she responded with as much sass as possible, "R-A-Y then do it again." She had the full head sway going and may have even snapped her fingers in a Z formation as she spoke. As I relayed the conversation to my co-workers back at the Guard Shack, someone piped up, "T-A-Y then do it again!" Fifteen years later, my buddies from my lifeguarding days refer to me as "Taytay". It may not be the best nickname, but I never get tired of telling the story.