Yeah – me, too. Although I should in all fairness admit that the family name hasn’t always been 914. In the old country (North Carolina) it was 910, but my great-great-great-great-great grandaddy changed it to 914.49 when he moved to Indiana in the late 1700s because he thought it would sound more sophisticated. Unfortunately, nobody could pronounce it. They kept saying “nine fourteen and forty-nine hundredths” when the real pronunciation was “nine fourteen point four nine.” It was my great grandfather who anglicized it and rounded it down when he moved to Kansas. He was afraid folks would take him for an immigrant.
This thread makes me think I should have gone with my real name; Verp Tlethl. Unfortunately, then I would have to explain how I came to be living on Earth 67 years before I will be born on my home world.
Dow. Given a family middle name as a first name because my dad didn’t like being called by his first name when he went by his middle name. There’s bound to be some circular logic there somewhere.
Dear John,
Don’t think I didn’t notice. After all we’ve been through. And me after sending you to Michael for lessons. I am not bitter. Jesus, Mary and Joseph and all the saints preserve you. You may need it.
Burnsbyrne
In my role as adjudicator, I had to impose on myself the strictest standards of impartiality, employing only the latest statistical models. And in your case. I had to be extra harsh, lest we hear whispers of favoritism. I agonized for days.