George

I like my name. George.

It’s a name that’s not weird. At all.

The first president has that name. Even though it’s a bit weird, everyone knows how to spell it.

One of the criteria that went into choosing my name, according to my parents at least, is that it had to be a name that’s also in Hungarian. And it is: György.

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Growing up, in my grade school was another George. I was George B. and he was George G. But that was one of the few times there was a collision with my name.

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Today, while picking up a sub at Firehouse, I encountered another George. A guy maybe 25-30 years older than I am. Which tracks. That’s the last time the name was really popular.

Just a random thing.