The Brotherhood of Jobs

This paragraph is an introduction for recent Honey & Quinine subscribers who are not familiar with my Brotherhood of Jobs page published in the arts pages adjunct to my AeroKnow Museum website.
www.aeroknow.com/arts/brothJob.htm
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To view the AeroKnow Museum site, backspace  to the com.
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I created The Brotherhood of Jobs because it seems to me too many who pound their Bibles (those with TWO testaments), and crown themselves Christians despite their preference for a VENGEFUL Jehovah compared with the son He sent to show the world how to forgive each other. Too many Christians spray their disrespect for the good book as a whole like a feral male cat in unfamiliar territory. They spray their ignorance wickedly and wantonly in their intentional mispronouncing of  three easy letters when those three letters are obviously intended to mean some fellow’s name. I’m not hyper-sensitive about this, and when I read a newspaper headline, that says Jobs Threatened by Economy Downturn, I don’t think they’re talking about me.
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While working at my employer recently, filling out a customer information form, I met the first person beside my dad (Job C. Conger, III) whose hand I could shake across a desk, who was obviously was a Job, even though he spelled his name “Jobe.” This seems to be the 21st-century-way to spell a name that rhymes with “probe.”
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Springfield, Illinois is served well by a city alderman named Cory Jobe. When I asked him if the family recently changed the spelling so fewer language laggards would not mispronounce it, he smiled and said that was how he had known his last name all of this life. STILL  I suspect that at some time in the past, a family icon changed the name’s spelling to harmonize with the impairments of the lower common denominators of the world.
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I did congratulate customer Jobe, introduced myself and told him how happy and honored I was to meet another namesake. He looked at me in a way that suggested I had been talking to him in Sanskrit and I probably was a carrier of typhoid.

Late the next week I understood why when I called him at his business. He picked up the phone saying what sounded like, “Thank you for calling (his business). This is Jobee.” I had not heard the name “Jobee” since my mother called me the family equivalent of “mother’s ;husband and not her son” when I was probably 17 years old. Our family spelled the diminutive form of Job “Jobie.” I know this because I recently found some pictures of my older sister Dorothy and me (her, age 15 and me, age 3) and I could tell from the fantastic penmanship that Dorothy had captioned the back with the names. So when Jobe indicated he had decided to do something else with his kitchen countertop, I thanked him for his consideration and said ahray vidairchay. (I know, but I don’t write Italian; I”m doing the best I can.)

If you know anyone with the first or last name of Job  (or latter-day, dumbed- down-for-the-media derivatives, please spread the news about
The Brotherhood of Jobs.
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Apple founder Steve Jobs pronounced his name the Old Testament way until frustration with reporters and worse yet, editors who cared NOT to say it correctly and did not INSIST on conformance with a silly thing called precedent and another silly thing called history. . . . (breathe) . . . . caved to their lessers.
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The Brotherhood of Jobs is alive and dedicated to the right of all hummin’ beans to hearing and seeing their names stated correctly in voice and print.
If your (first or last)  name is  name is Job, you are cordially invited to join the Brotherhood. Interested? Post a note in the comments section, and I will contact you.

Live long . . . . . .  and proper.