What a rotten day, Howard thought to himself as the doctors held him in front of the woman, wrapping him in a blanket. Out of all the possible choices, I'm named Howard. The woman grabbed him from the doctors and hugged him tightly. Well, he thought uncertainly, At least I have a mother that loves me. As he grew up, Howard's mother did love him. But he never did get over having been named Howard. Take, for example, the second grade. He had been a fine young boy... Huh? You can't see the flashback? Well let me just type the memory instead. The teacher, aptly named Mrs. Magicfish, greeted all the students warmly on the first day of school. Howard was merely seven years old back then, and in a fit of pure joy at being back
