Truth be told, I've never been a real big fan of my name.
Don't get me wrong, I like the legal one. Louis is just fine by me.
Unfortunately, I'm the fourth person to have the name Louis M. Newman in my family. When I arrived on the scene, my three predecessors had already claimed "Louis," "Lou" and "Louie" and there apparently weren't any other natural derivatives of the name. For some reason, my parents took my middle name which is Murat (here's where that name came from) and came up with "Murray" as my street name.
It aggravates the hell out of my mom when I tell her I don't like my name. I'm not alone in my dislike for it.
As the Internet came to be, I, like everyone else, googled my own name and learned that there were at least two other Murray Newmans out there who were much more prominent than I ever thought of being.
One was an Australian football player who seemed to get in trouble with the police quite a bit.
The other, was quite a bit cooler. He was a Canadian gentleman who was the founding director of the Vancouver Aquarium. He was also one of the world's foremost experts on Killer Whales.
Kind of made me feel like the name might be just a little bit cooler.
Dr. Newman passed away on Friday, at the age of 92. From what I've read, he leaves behind an utterly amazing legacy in his marine studies and conservation. I've been reading up on my namesake for years, and I found myself surprisingly sad to learn that he passed away.
So, here's to you Murray. I enjoyed sharing a name with you. Rest in peace.