My Sister Set Me Up on a Blind Date
“Son, are you trying to tell me that this is really your driver’s license?” It was a Friday night at the end of my sophomore year at college. A cop had pulled me over as I was driving home. “Yes it is, Officer.” “And your last name is really Chevrolet?” “That’s my last name. Just like it was the last name of Louis Chevrolet, the co-founder of the Chevrolet car company.” I hated it when people wouldn’t believe that my last name was Chevrolet. If it was Ford, they wouldn’t think twice. Now if it was “Google” or “FedEx”, I could understand them being doubtful. “Are you any kin of his?” “Not that I know of, Officer. He was born in Switzerland in 1878 and the Chevrolet I’m descended from came to the US from …