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.
“Huh?”
“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.
Wrong!
He was going to Russel Road!
Proof:
Obviously named after me, yes?
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Good for you Russel! I’ve yet to see either a Marsha or an Ingrao street. I’m so jealous! 🙂 Hope you are having a great week.
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I’ll keep an eye out during my drives each day!
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There you go. I may get famous yet!
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Obviously.
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Great story.
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Love this! My chuckle for the day. 🙂
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My wise old grandmother taught me to add laughter to each day, so after I get my own dose of laughter, I try to help other people. Glad I could help you today……….LOL
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A great philosophy of your grandmothers. Indeed you did! 🙂
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My Mom also misspelled my name on the birth certificate. It should have double n ( nn ).
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I’ve probably misspelled your name in the past. Yikes.
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haha! wonderful 😀
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