I never liked the name “Gab”. Too much like “blab”. We have a neighbor we call Gabby Blabby. Always running from one neighbor to the next, tongue wagging about 40 mph. I swear if the neighbors would stop talking to her, everything about everyone wouldn’t be public knowledge via
“How well do you know your neighborhood news blog?” I’ve never read a thing about me on there because everytime I see her coming down the street I turn the water hose on full blast and make sure I get half the street. Gab reminds me of a bunch of old gossiping nitties that have nothing to say.