Long ago and far away, when I was but a wee lad, we used to indulge in an educational bit of imaginative revelry, which consisted entirely of the following hypothetical scenario: “If you could change your name to the name of any place that actually existed in the world, what would you choose?” Ah, but it was a kinder, gentler age in which I grew up. An age in which we didn’t have video games or cable TV, which meant no violence and/or sex. An age in which you went to school to learn things… besides the violence and/or sex you couldn’t find out about in any other way. An age which taught you rare and confounding subjects of mental stimulation… like geography – for how can you dream of traveling the world and visiting strange new places, if you don’t know those places even exist? How can you know if the stars were made for you, unless you reach for them…?