My dad’s ancestor’s moved to Uruguay in the late 1800s, presumably from the Tuscany region of Italy. A hundred years later, more or less, my parents decided to name me Richard.
Well, you did ask. 😉
BTW they actually called me by the full name, “Richard” — even as a kid I thought it sounded infuriatingly stuffy, like I should be wearing a child-sized ascot and smoking jacket. Early on I began insisting on the abbreviated sobriquet.
Of course, this has led to a new problem of having frequent run-ins with my least favorite form of humor (or humor attempts, anyway), puns. And the worst subset of that loathsome humor genre, the name-based pun.
