A reference to my biceps or calf muscles as I stroll the beach? Alas, no, something darker.
“”You have a very important name,” the American Airlines agent says to me as I check my baggage to return to Boston from Santiago.
What does he know that I don’t? My name might well ring bells in Brookline, MA, where I taught ten year olds for 34 years. It might cause a ripple in fund raising circles because of my successful ten-year career in raising over $300,000 for the ALS Association MA Chapter.
The Tamburello Curve was one of the most dangerous curves on the Formula One circuit. Senna had premonitions not to drive the day of the race. He suppressed them.
I’d rather have my name associated with an opera singer, maybe Luciano Tamburello, than a spot on a race course that snuffed the life of a world class Grand Prix driver from Brazil.
Could be worse. My Sicilian surname could be associated with an awful Mafia rubout.
No matter. Ayrton Senna will continue to be known for his unmatched accomplishments during his ten years at the top of the Formula One circuit rather than the name of the curve that killed him.
We never knew the name of the man who shot Liberty Valence, did we?