My mother and I recently enjoyed a long-awaited tour of Ireland. All in all it was a delightful trip, as long as you don’t count the part where I was held hostage in the Shannon airport. I have no one to blame for this international incident but myself . . . well actually, I could blame my mother. She’s the one who put one name on my birth certificate then called me something entirely different for the rest of my life. As a result, I don’t think in terms of my given name, unless I’m applying for something official like a driver’s license.
This was my first mistake – putting my Christian name on my driver’s license. It seemed like the thing to do at the time but has caused me untold amounts of trouble over the years since the name on my license never matches anything else. My second mistake was in putting my nickname on my airline tickets. Continue reading