Moose (meese?) references seem to just follow me around somehow. In high school, I had a long dark winter coat that my friend Paul called my moose coat. Then, this same friend Paul got his dream car, an old Delta 88 (don’t ask – LOL), and named it Moose. My dad used to go camping on Moose River in the Adirondacks of Upstate New York, and my sister and brother-in-law camp there as well now. They also visit Maine a lot – definite Moose home, and just sent us a package with a moose blanket, a moose beanie, a moose Christmas ornament, etc. My sister gave me moose slippers one year for Christmas. I have a small piece of marble with a moose carved in it. A few years ago, there was also a mailing list where the subscribers called themselves Meese/Mooses. Moose Ahoy! *grin*