August 15, 1999: Call him dude
There’ll come a time when my writing instruments will no longer be remembered for their names—most are gifts, to which I would never forget. But…a name isn’t as important as that firm handshake. Most of us don’t earn our names—they appear in books, are family air looms, pieces of this man or woman—then one day we suddenly appear. We’re forced to live within the shell of knowing whom we are while living in the shadow of a name given to us at birth.