Daily Newsie

Today I received my first piece of mail with my new last name misspelled. Now that I’ve felt the pain of generations of Walstons, I am officially part of the family. They spelled it “Waltson,” which at least contains all the letters in “Walston,” but according to Beloved I can expect to hear “Watson,” “Walton,” and perhaps the occasional “Wilson” for the next several decades.

At least the error is not nearly as bad as “Farnk Admas,” which, according to family lore, is how a letter to my paternal grandfather Frank was once addressed. Also, I once received a credit card application addressed to “Rachet.” Now spill — what’s the worst mutilation of your name you’ve ever experienced?