I was the fourth Charles in a row. Grandad went by a nickname, Dad used his middle name as did I. That caused me all kinds of problems and embarrassment through grammar school. Constantly having to ask how to fill out forms asking for my first name. Hell, even my Social Security, and Blue Cross Insurance cards cause issues to this day.

My son was named Michael, much to the chagrine of my Dad and Grandfather. Enough was enough!

People who choose to brew up their own storms bitch loudest about the rain.