My name is a bit unusual. I'm probably the only 'Tedwilliam Theodore' in the world. I know of a couple of Ted Theodores and there are probably William Theodores running around somewhere, but the first name 'Tedwilliam' refers, most likely, only to me. (If you know of another holder of the name, please don't tell me. I bask in the sensory pleasure of this uniqueness.)
It's vexing, from time to time. Actually, its vexing frequently; more precisely, most days; or, to tell the truth, damn near every day. Folks are always 'correcting' it for me on lists or applications or what not. Giving my name to a clerk in person or on the telephone almost always engenders one of six responses meant to be humorous, but that had become stale by the time I was twelve years old. I bet you can think of every one of them.
So, you ask, how did this appellation become attached to the sweet little baby that I most assuredly was? Well, I'll tell you the story as it was handed down from my imagination to me over the years. Some of it is true, the rest I'd like to think is true.