The delivery room double-cross and pronouncing uncommon names correctly (or else)

My parents were on the verge of concluding a 9-month argument when my mom started having some labor pains late in the summer of 1978. My dad, a laidback sort with lounge singer dreams, was adamant that their son was going to be named Justo, after him and the long line of masochistic men in… Read More The delivery room double-cross and pronouncing uncommon names correctly (or else)