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 This has been going on for quite some time, I am often guilty of it myself.  Myself I hate capitalizing because the finger stretch to hold down the shift key while hitting the w or the b or whatever is hard on my unnimble fingers.  Usually I don't capitalize either for that reason, though sometimes I capitalize both out of force of habit.

Then there are things like do you capitalize Federal Bureau of Investigation?  Why when capitalizing the words in the title of a book or a movie do you not capitalize articles and prepositions?  In German all nouns are capitalized which at least shows consistency.  

You know way back when in the English language there was no spacing orpunctuationeveryletterwasoneaftertheotherthiswastrueevenwhenstartinganewsentence.

I don't know where or when we incorporated capitalization into the English language, but I think it was a bad move, especially in the era of keyboarding.

I could do the logical thing and just google it, but I am a little pressed for time, speaking of which I wonder why Beagles didn't google it.  I did just that just now why don't they capitalize w in white and came across a lot of articles which I haven't read because of that time thing.

At last Catfish explores the adventure that is Club 45.

Gina didn’t show up for the game Tuesday night.  Wasn’t much of a game.  The other team couldn’t hit Tiger.  No ball left the infield so I just stood out there in right field with my hands on my knees.  Didn’t get any hits either, just those punkass slow grounders that came from watching the ball.  Tinkers and Evers boomed the ball out there, Ron and Itch had a few hits and we ended up winning I think it was seven to nothing.

 You would think it would be a big celebration at the Great Wall.  Tiger went around slapping hands for the first couple rounds but after that he was crawling on the floor and Dan led him away.  Tinkers and Evers didn’t show.  Ron and Itch talked up their hits a little bit, but the rest of us were just spectators to the event. 

 So I’m just sitting there, not really getting all that drunk like I suppose I should be after our victory and all, and along comes Ron slapping me on the back.  “Club 45?” he wants to know.

 “Ah no,” I answer, but then I get to thinking about it.

 “Wild women,” he suggests, and I get to thinking about it.  Well shit, after that last tiff Gina hadn’t even shown up for the game, and that whole apartment fuckup, and wild women.

 “Well how wild,” I wanted to know.

 His eyes rolled around in his head, “Very,

 ” he said.  I was sold.