American Notes: A Man Called EW
I met a man called EW. He helped take my bags to my hotel room. I assumed, at first, that his name-tag showed his initials, but no, EW was his full name; it initialized nothing, though the name EW is pronounced E.W. and not, unfortunately, Ewwwww which I would have taken great pleasure in saying. EW I learned was a fourth-generation EW. The first-born male in the family from EW’s great-grandfather on has been gifted this name. Disappointingly EW has chosen not to carry this tradition on and instead called his son David.