I never really liked or disliked my name. It was just my name. Something that people knew me by. There was a time when I wanted to have a nick-name; more out of “something different” rather than out of frustration. I could never decide on a cool enough nick-name though. My sister Theda, in a grade-school fascination for “Dark Shadows,” once tried to insist that we all call her Angelique, but that wasn’t very successful. Now she denies that ever happened. From junior high school on people have called me all sorts of names, with absolutely no prodding from me.