Alias

There are places where I was only known as Wes Carson, my performing name. In the states of Maine, and in Canada, this is how young Lou came to be known, and if you mentioned Lou Carreras, there would be a bemused “Who?”

On the other hand in New York, and south to Maryland and Pennsylvania and Virginia it was Lou Carson.

In yet other areas I was commonly known as just Lou Carreras.

It’s more than a name!

They say there is much to be said about a name. And I’ll agree, I tended to have different performing repertoires depending on the area, and my “patter” on stage varied too. In New York, I leaned into my City background. In Maine, I downplayed it, and emphasized my Boston connections on Beacon Hill.

During those years, I almost always salted my patter with tales of my adventures on the road. Strange shit happens when you hitch. Ninety-nine percent boring. One percent, “What the F@#$ is going on here?” Like the time I was treated to breakfast at a diner near Rising Sun, but weeks later, there was no Diner in the same location, and never had been. Or the ride that dropped me off, and then disappeared, or the time we were stuck looping around a Town Common, but couldn’t find our way out of town. Let me know if you find a New England Town with an elephant on a marble ball in the Common!

Well, nostalgia is great. But the question was, what would my new name be if I wanted to change it? Well, maybe you’ve never walked into the Harvard Gardens on Beacon Hill while Susan from Portland and Terry from New York were chattering on about their respective boyfriends, named Wes and Lou.

Name Changes…naw, I’ve already done that. I’ll pass.

Daily writing prompt

If you had to change your name, what would your new name be?

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