What's in a name.

What’s in a name.

When I was a little girl, I was always jealous of the people who had songs and book titles with their names in them.  My name would never be featured in something that poetic.  I was just happy “Brown-Eyed Girl” would play.  I would pretend it was written just for me along with the other 90% of the girls in the room.  Oh well, a road sign in Alhambra is just as poetic.  Still, none of them have my pretty blue shoes from Chelsea Crew.