I've never had anything named after me. When I was growing up, I would always tell my mother that if I had a son, I would name him Cory, Jr. Jews do not name their children after people who are still living. It's considered bad luck, and my proclamation used to drive my mother crazy. So I converted to Catholicism so I could name my future son whatever I wanted.
I also haven't done anything important enough in my life to warrant a wing, or building, or street to bear my name. There's still time, but I don't really see that happening.
I got an email from my aunt today, asking me if I have ever heard of the Fosco Park and Community Center. It was built between 1938 and 1961, and was named after Peter Fosco president of the Laborer's International Union of North America and former Cook County Board commissioner. Peter Fosco was my grandfather's uncle, I think, which would make him my great-great-uncle. Legend has it that he may have been called "Uncle" Peter out of respect. He died in 1975, so if I ever met him, I don't remember.
I don't know if Peter Fosco was a great man, but he was man enough to get a Park/Community Center named after him. I wonder if being on the Board of Health for Elk Grove or being a member of the Parish Council qualifies?
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