Sunday, June 17, 2007


Hadley is my first name. It was my father’s middle name.

Growing up as a boy in America with a first name of Hadley is better than with a name like Sue, but it still is a burden to bear. To this day I normally use my middle name.

I was up in Las Cruces, New Mexico USA today and happened upon this street.

Here is what my Mother told me: Before my father’s mother met my grandfather she had a lover by the name of Count Hadley. You can just imagine how thrilled my grandfather must have been when his wife named her second son after her ex-lover.

I have no idea who Count Hadley was. I do know that up between Hatch and Deming, on the east side of the Cooke’s range there is a place called Hadley Draw.