Back ca. 1993, I was sitting in Pat O’Brien’s in New Orleans, during Mardi Gras, with my brother, sister, and mother. I had not seen my mom in 25 years at that time. As we were drinking Hurricanes, my mom said to me, “Russel, I have to tell you something.” Ears around the table perked up because it sounded serious.
“What?” I asked.
“I misspelled your name on the birth certificate,” she said.
“It was supposed to have two L’s.”
I was 38 at the time.
I had never met another Russel using only one L.
Met a lot of people named Russell, though.
Well, yesterday, one of my Uber riders was going to an address on Russell Road.
He was going to Russel Road!
Obviously named after me, yes?
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