Darlings, I never even thought of this until thombeau brought it up in the N post below. I frequently sign my messages to the old dear as "Neely," an homage to the great Valley of the Dolls heroine, Neely O'Hara (interestingly, thombeau often claims the persona of Helen Lawson, the bitter, washed up old hag of that great work. Just sayin') Anyway, I had never considered the fascinating little known fact that my real middle name, bestowed by my sainted mother, is Neal.
Also interestingly, at one point in my mid-twenties, I had to look at my birth certificate because I couldn't remember if my name was spelled Neal or Neil. Maybe it was the drugs. I don't know.
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ReplyDeleteI hope he has a tranquilizer dart gun.
ReplyDeleteI imagine the true spelling is Kneel.
ReplyDeleteOh you kids!
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