My adoptive parents never really explained how I wound up with the name Richard. The most they’ve said was that mom wanted me to be called “Jason”, but dad put his foot down. (Which is fine: I have many friends named Jason, but I am also familiar with the Friday 13 franchise, so, you know, that could’ve been rough in grade school. Ch-ch-ch, ah-ah-ah and all that.)

Anyway, this probably isn’t the genesis for my name, but I like to think it is:

P.S. There are many recordings of that song, but this is my favorite. It’s also the gayest. Which, well, duh.