I was but a mother veto away from being named Charles Lindbergh. My father also apparently didn't get the idiocy of naming a Jewish kid after a Nazi sympathizer. He tried again a few years later with my sister and Amelia Earhart, but thankfully, my mother would have none of it (not that it's a bad idea, it just feels incongruous). When he had a kid with Second Wife, he threw in Piper as one of the middle names, despite not having flown a Piper since he got his instrument ticket in 1977.
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