“It’s too common,” I’d interjected before Ken could say anything. “How about the name Hardin?” It was a name I had picked out for my first child while I was only a teen. As a little boy in Hampstead, I used to think I was going to write a great novel one day and the main character would be named Hardin. Not typical, but very convincing-sounding for old England.
IT IS NOT A NAME
