It’s not that hard. It’s Chance with a “y.” Chancey. Not Chaney. Not Chancy. Not Chauncey. Not Chandley. I’m not the Channel 2 weather man. It’s Chancey.
It might be simpler if it was Smith. But I guess Smith could become Smythe. Anyway, I’m used to people goofing up my name, but I had never lived around other Chanceys until I moved to Fayetteville.
Early in my ministry here, our church hosted a fishing clinic and I introduced myself to a guest:
“Hello, I’m David Chancey.” Read More»