While pretty much single-handedly trying to put the name Severn on the hit parade so it can even be remembered long enough to be forgotten, had I been named after my father (rather than after a great-grandfather), my middle name would have been Everett. A few of them around in his day, but not many now. We even had a next door neighbor named Everett who had a parrot who called his name out, bringing my father up from the garden needlessly, and even me occaisionally home from a friend's place (sounding similar from a distance), thinking someone was calling us from our back porch.

Damn that bird!