Names are special. Especially first names. They identify us. They distinguish us. They’re one word. Short or long. Old or new. Familiar or strange. Male or female. Given not chosen. We inherit them. When we’re born. Until we die. We love them. We hate them. We share them. All are equal. Each is special. “Who is this?” “My name is…” There are many. You have yours. I have mine. Here are some. That I’ve found. Owners left behind. We read them. We hear them. We know them. Much is there. In a name. Some of you. Some of me. All of us.
In alphabetical order: