The story is that I am officially named after a great uncle Antony. (My Italian grandmother pulls a lot of weight in my family.) But my father wanted to name me after a football player named Mike Garrett. (Sorry to let you down dad, but football scares me.) So I get named Antony and called Garrett, to the befuddlement of all. The plus side is that I get to hang up the phone on anybody asking for Antony. The weird side is that I get a first instead of a middle initial.