in Dear Diary

Victor

They say the fish will be the last animal to discover water. Walking down the street the other day I wondered about the meaning of my own name. Victor means winner, but in my case I was simply named after my maternal grandfather. And Lombardi, especially when I was born in 1969, was synonymous with winning because of the coach by that name (people still occasionally slip and call me Vince). This pairing never occurred to me, and now it suddenly strikes me as quite odd. I wonder if this occurred to my parents at the time, but they were probably too busy with the other four kids to give it that much thought. I’ll have to ask my father at Christmas.