Going With the Naming Flow

I love this sort of thing.

When I went to university in London, Ontario, Canada in the 1970s, we drank regularly at the CPR (Canadian Pacific Railway) hotel by the tracks on Richmond Street. The place was known affectionately and unofficially by everyone in the city as the Ceeps.

Many years after I graduated, I was driving by the place one day and chuckled to see that the sign out front had been changed and upgraded and now read simply, “The Ceeps”. No more CPR Hotel.

In fact, I bet today’s university students who raise a glass there don’t know where the name Ceeps came from or that the building was once a railway hotel.

Customers of Canada’s Giant Tiger took to calling their favourite discount store the GT Boutique, as though it was a high-scale clothing outlet.

Rather than be offended, the owners of the place saw the humour in it and capitalized on it. They now use GT Boutique in their signage and marketing.

Today, I was in a stationery and computer store and was checking out some printer paper when I saw a bunch of paper labelled Dunder Mifflin Paper. That was the name of the fictional paper company in Scranton, Ohio, in the great sitcom The Office which ended its multi-year run this spring. Somebody was thinking.

I don’t know if I would buy the paper because of its connection to a fictional TV show I loved, but I might. Never know.

In a society where “branding” is everything, it’s good to be on the lookout for opportunities to be creative.

©2013 Jim Hagarty

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.