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True story. Went to middle school with a girl who had an American mother and a Vietnamese father. His English was passable, but he was far from fluent. He wanted to give his daughter a pretty English word that he liked the sound of: Diarrhea.

Their last name was Ng. Her name would have literally been “Diarrhea-Ing”

Fortunately, her mother put a stop to that and “Stephanie” was forever thankful.

Four Corners area. Navajo fry bread, I still dream about it. Also the Smithsonian has a Native American museum with a great cafeteria, all things considered. It was under renovation last time I went. I hope it still good, if not better.