Snowden

There are a handful of names to which I am irrationally drawn: I like how they look or I like how they sound, although I couldn’t give you an explanation any which way as to why. I am almost embarrassed to list these names, for fear of losing every last drop of my already parched credibility, but I also recognize that that same credibility thrives on honesty. So, in the interest of full disclosure, here are some of the names I like for no reason at all: Hart, Sally, Cloudesley, Snowden. The last of these is a new fixation. I should, I think, find it totally reprehensible, for it is little more than another awful transplanted surname with the added bonus of the ultimate feature of the loathsome Caden and the foul Camden—and yet time and again I catch myself sighing dreamily, Snowden...