All the words. I hoard them like a troll.

Kerfuffle instantly came to mind, which is odd since I neither use the word nor ever think of using it. When I was young, I liked the way the word “Ledbetter” sounds. It’s not really a word but a name, except it is the name of a street, which is where I first saw it, and a street name could be a word. Not that names aren’t words, but they have no real use. I could write a book of words without ever stating a name and still be able to clearly distinguish between characters. Prince didn’t have a name for a while, and Shakespeare didn’t think much of the idea. Frankenstein’s monster was nameless until someone decided his name is, in fact, Frankenstein and unwittingly passed along the lie, which I suppose isn’t really a lie since the mistake was likely just that: a mistake. Now look. Order a Frankenstein costume and you’ll get the mask of a ghoulish undead rather than a mad scientist. But I suppose the lunatic doctor, himself, was a monster in his own right,

I am fully aware of my digression.

I might have a favorite word, but I think I like how the words are put together better than the individual words, themselves.

Wild sea money. That’s a favorite of mine. I don’t expect anyone to know the context of that phrase. But if you do, we should be friends.