A fun little story … anyone have an “old person’s” name?
“My life as Jedidiah began simply enough. My parents were good little WASPs in a good little village. They were born there, they grew up there. They were high school sweethearts, got married right after graduation, got jobs. Straight out of the 50s. It’s a weird town.
“So they named me after my great great great great grandfather. They thought it was a strong name. A good name. Growing up in the late 90s and early 2000s was terrible. Jedidiah? That’s an old person’s name. It’s hard to say. It gets shortened to “Jed”. And it’s one of the Bushes. Blech.
“Anyway, when I got to university, everyone thought I was this Luddite Amish kid, off on his little outing into the world. Or they thought I was some small town hick who knew nothing, hated minorities, and believed the market should be free in everything except for people. No…
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