Hurricane Q. Townsendge is named after a junk email. “I hate you,” she informs her parents, when old enough to understand this. “I am running away and changing my name forever.”
“We only did it,” they say, “so that you could be most famous in whatever you do.”
She decides to be an astronaut, works hard, gets a PhD, joins the Air Force and by the age of thirty-one is in science-pilot training.
“Guess they did something right,” she chuckles, finally, listening to her first countdown. “I’ll be on more pub quizzes than Buzz Aldrin!”
“Whatever,” mutters Story Musgrave.