By Peter Rosengard, August 6, 2009
Last Thursday night I was at Harry Morgan’s having my weekly dinner with my friend Arnold.
“I went to see a client in the City today, and the receptionist asked me my name. I told her it was Peter Rosengard.”
“She picked up a phone and said to me: ‘What’s your name?’”
“‘Still Rosengard,’ I told her.
“‘I’ve got a Mr Rosenberg here for you,’ she told my client.
“Arnold, it happens all the time. Rosenthal… Rosenberg… Rosenkrantz… Rosengarten. And you know what the really crazy thing is?”