I have three brothers who are quite a bit older than I am. My parents had Jeff, John, and Jerry right in a row, and then about six years later along came their little girl. At the time I’m sure people would have guessed that my parents were going to name me Julie or Jessica or something similar to that to go along with all the J names, but no—they named me Nancy—and then actually called me Tai (Tay) which was short for my middle name, which was Taylor. They were obviously confused and worn out at this point in their lives—but don’t blame them—blame the boys.
My dad worked for EDS as a systems analyst, which means he was one of the first programmers to ever walk the earth. That’s what we tell him, anyway. I’m telling this story ...