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by Kevin Deweber

33 years ago, my mother gave birth to a good looking kid.  I mean, a real looker. The type of adorable that belongs on diaper ads.  Anyway, after 33 years, he didn’t remain that same level of attractiveness, but that’s not the point of the story.  On that day, my mother and father agreed that the squirming, peeing, squint-eyed, ball of baby fat, and curly brown hair should be named Kevin.  Kevin Deweber.   That first bit, I like.  The second bit doesn’t exactly roll trippingly off the tongue.  It’s not exactly the type of Surname that hints at historical significance, or of some exotic heritage.  Instead, it sounds like a cheese.  Like one of those fancy cheeses, the ones that your friend that drives the rented porche puts out at his condo he can’t afford.  Limberger, Meunster, Deweber, Glouchester.  I always wanted to be a Duchman, or an Armstrong. Something with interesting, or meaningful implications.  My point being, there is power in a name.   Continue reading →