From the pages of Chip’s Closet Cleaner
I got ahold of this newfangled CD-ROM phone directory and began to wonder what would happen if some loner guy named Chip Rowe was caught robbing liquor stores in his boxers. My name would forever be associated with a nutcase. Could happen, although the only guys I know who share my name are a dairy manager in a grocery store in Roebuck, Alabama, a lawyer for the U.S. Trade Association in Washington, DC, and some guy who posed for a newspaper photo with a block of ice in Sutton, New Hampshire. And then I saw that episode of Seinfeld where Elaine dated a guy named Joel Rifkin, as well as a story in George where they tracked down people who have politicians’ names. All that got me thinking: Finding people with famous people’s names is cute, but what about their lives?
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Did you vote for him? I voted for myself, sure.
Do people comment about your name? People comment all the time. It never has annoyed me except for 24 years ago when I was in labor and all the nurses came to see Marcia Brady having a baby. Delightful.
Do you like your name? Our friends and family call my husband Ron.
