My husband works in human resources. At (region)(state) Health Systems, he came across an Anita Nooner.

He had to explain that one to many of the co-workers who caught him laughing. It’s a sad world.

Our friend named her son Stiv after Stiv Bators. I don’t know which is worse, the name or the thought that he’s named after a zitty, weasly, dead junkie. (Not that there’s anything wrong with zitty people. Some of my best friends…)

I work at the University of (big American city), where we have Jack Daniel and Dick Wood helping us out. I also handled the application a few years ago of a Barton Fink (!!), but though accepted, he chose to attend elsewhere. One applicant came close, but no cigar, with Karen Hiscock. If only it’d been Sharon.

-S