I wore a name tag last night. I had my real name on it, although that did not seem to be in vogue. When I left with Angela I took off my name tag and her name tag so we would not be embarrassed elsewhere and I stuck them together back to back. There was something intimate and comfortable about that - sticking my name and my wife's name together, even if it was only to throw the tags away.

I remember another time name tags spoke to me. Maybe later today.