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    What’s In A Name?

    My husband, for the life of him, cannot remember names. It drives me dilly. I was brought up knowing to use names was simply polite, but to remember them was life essential. Thirty-five years ago, my husband-to-be and I attended his annual company function held between Christmas and New Year. It was a gala affair starting in the anteroom where people sipped cocktails while spouses and significant others became acquainted. We were both super excited when my hunky reached into his suit pocket. I knew what was coming. It had all been carefully planned. I had written out each guest’s name in my finest handwriting. Ours was a quick courtship,…