
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.