Two of my friends and I collect newspaper articles about people with unusual names. In one day in a local paper I found Dameka Tweedy, Landress Funderbunk and Santana Hanna. Santana had a sister named Toshiba. Recently here in NJ a kid named Rainbow Michael Hefner made the news. He killed his mother. I don't condone the crime, but I'm not surprised. I would, at least, be very angry with my mom. I'm not sure why Rainbow's mother just didn't name him "I"ve got a girls name, beat the crap out of me". Another news story out of Asbury Park NJ told of a mother accused of mistreating her children, and not just for their names: Allamathmatics, Youmathmatics, Indiansquanda and Prince. I'm not making this up. I'm not that clever. I'm also partial to Sir Vivien Fox-Strangeways. It's possible that in England, people are saying "What's wrong with that?" Well, it's hilarious to us Americans. And what was Dickens thinking when he gave us Charley Bates in Oliver Twist and kept referring to him as Master Bates? I'd like to think it was a harmless coincidence. Unlike Fleming's Pussy Galore.