Now, I know, there are a few of you reading this rolling your eyes, thinking of much worse names that you’ve heard over the years. And sure, I’ve heard worse names. I went to high school with a kid named Larry Moe. I kid you not. Every school year each new teacher would call roll, and almost always, without a doubt, ask him where Curly was. He’d frown, and then there’d be a fire in his eyes, and we were all 60% sure we’d be reading in the news the next day about some kid lighting his parents house on fire in retaliation for his crappy name.
