I have an unpronounceable last name. I long ago gave up on correcting the pronunciation and am not at all offended when people get it wrong. A favorite story is a now-retired judge who would pronounce my name differently each time he addressed me in court. I don't care a whit. However, all bets are off if you spell my first name - Sarah - without the "H". It has become somewhat of a theory with me that there is a distinct difference between the Saras of the world and the Sarahs. And I do not mean that either is better or worse, we just tend to fall into different categories of personality. In my anecdotal experience, the Saras tend to be more the cheerleader types - girly and bouncy and life of the party types. The Sarahs, while also generally smart and funny and good to be around, tend to be less frilly and more, dare I say it, solid and straightforward. Which is why I will always, and I mean always, correct you if you spell my name wrong - because otherwise you will be looking for the entirely wrong person.
And, because I can't leave the letter "S" without paying some homage to the City of My Heart, here's to Seattle. I love it, I miss it, and as I was on the road most of the day yesterday, criss crossing the State of Minnesota but ending up in Brookings, South Dakota for the weekend, I desperately wish I'd have been on a plane to Seattle instead. You can read more about my relationship with Seattle here.