William Lowell Putnam III is proposing just a mere little old asteroid be named after Trayvon?
Why heck, ever so often this guy comes on the radio with an offer that I can have a STAR named after me. This is usually around Christmas and is interspersed with radio ads for the CLAPPER (Clap on, clap off) and Chia pets.
All I gotta do is send this radio guy money and he will name a star after me and put it in a book to be filed with the Liberry of Congers. And that very book will be kept in a sealed vault on Funk and Wagnall’s porch for all time.
Not only that, but he’ll send me a heavenly map showing where my star is located. I’m not sure whether a deed for the star accompanies all this, but shirley (don’t call me Shirley!!) it would be included. Maybe even a star surface survey. Wow!
If I were Trayvon, wherever he might be, I’d be insulted. Why settle for an asteroid when he could have a STAR named after him?
A sewage treatment plant gets my vote.