Too many Cecils. Too many Walters. Not enough sticky notes.
This is what happens when tradition meets baby name exhaustion. A tale of recycled names, mistaken identities, and one poor kid nearly named after a car. If you've ever gotten your cousin's name wrong at a reunion—this one's for you.

Dad’s garden wasn’t just rows of beans and tomatoes—it was a battlefield, a sanctuary, and sometimes a comedy show. This one’s for the man who planted more than seeds.