In memory of American Thanksgiving, 1998. Culver City, CA:
Family gathering at home of dearest possible friends.
It's possible I might have had a drink or two.
A man enters the house and is introduced as Thurlow.
I place my hand on the knee of the older woman sitting next to me, the mother in law of my hostess.
"Oh my GOD, who looks down at a newborn boy and says 'Thurlow.' Your name will be 'THURLOW'??
She looks at me and says--of course, because this is my life we're talking about here:
Thank you very much, I'll be here for the rest of this excruciating evening.