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Jack Black
Mentioning these two because of another thread where "Gary" came up.
OK, just to lighten things up. My name, Gary, would have not been my choice but like many things in life it was given to me and I wear it proudly. I just found this in "Urban Dictionary", , along with some stuff maybe best not posted here. I feel better now!
Ok, on with my tale. I was born in 1950 in Lorain, Ohio. My parents were transplants from Pittsburgh and my dad took a job as an EE at the Cadillac Tank Plant in Lorain. They moved into a new neighborhood expecting their first child, me. They had already chosen the name David, if I was a boy, which I am. Now, there was a family next door that had a young son named David. My mom tells me he was the "Dennis the Menace" of the neighborhood. They couldn't name me David because of this prepubescent delinquent. So it was Gary...
7 years later "David the Menace" was forgotten and my baby brother was born. He got David. I'm still mad at him for that. Well not really, but it makes an interesting story at family gatherings. I'm sure I've told it more times then any of them cares to hear.
Carry on and maybe we can leave this whole name thing as "Use your best judgement". Over and out.