A Paperback Writer said...
I meant to ask earlier: how did you come to give yourself a middle name?
July 12, 2008 3:59 PM
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My parents didn't give any of the 4 of us middl
e names, as my mom put it "it was hard enough coming up with first names." I was young at the time or I would probably have asked "what's so damn hard about Alex, Steve, Lisa and Danny?", but, alas, I never asked. Fast forward to when I was 12, looking to get my first paper route. At the time you didn't get a Social Security number at birth, you got it when you first started looking for work. I was filling out the form to apply for it and it asked for my full name. Well, my full name is just first and last, so I filled them in. Directly under the section for full name and current address, was a section titled Working Name, which according to the directions did not have to be the same as your legal n
ame. I was old enough to want to assert my individuality, but still young enough that I worried about changing it completely, so I just added a middle name, and I had always liked Michael. (I named the stuffed dog I got for my 6th birthday Mikey.) Now, if I'd been able to hold off getting a job until I was hanging around Ed in high school, you just might know me as George Washington Hayduke or Ivan Rosski.
e names, as my mom put it "it was hard enough coming up with first names." I was young at the time or I would probably have asked "what's so damn hard about Alex, Steve, Lisa and Danny?", but, alas, I never asked. Fast forward to when I was 12, looking to get my first paper route. At the time you didn't get a Social Security number at birth, you got it when you first started looking for work. I was filling out the form to apply for it and it asked for my full name. Well, my full name is just first and last, so I filled them in. Directly under the section for full name and current address, was a section titled Working Name, which according to the directions did not have to be the same as your legal n
ame. I was old enough to want to assert my individuality, but still young enough that I worried about changing it completely, so I just added a middle name, and I had always liked Michael. (I named the stuffed dog I got for my 6th birthday Mikey.) Now, if I'd been able to hold off getting a job until I was hanging around Ed in high school, you just might know me as George Washington Hayduke or Ivan Rosski.