^ I can see lil’ Willard (is that his name?) running out to play on his new Christmas sled…There is a freshly fallen layer of snow on the hilly landscape around his clapboard home and a biting northern midwest wind howls through the pine tree dominated forests, Grandma Romney looks after the ardently plodding young Willard, “Mitts! Mitts,” she yells. “You forgot your mitts!” Just then Daddy Romney comes by the door and wonders who Grandmum is calling “Mitts.” After a terse explanation from the Grandmother, Daddy Romney looks out the door and says, “Mitts, put your gloves on.” Thus, is my fictional representation of just ONE of many possible reasons why Mitt Romney is known as “Mitt” Romney. So, dfowensby, it might be time now to find a better reason to not vote for a guy than whatever name he goes by.