Marash Girl used the day after the snowstorm to pay off some of her bills via telephone, (as it was impossible to trek by foot or car to the post office). The first such phone call was answered by a young man: "Hello. This is Jordan. How may I help you?"
Marash Girl immediately perked up. "My nephew is named Jordan, after the River Jordan. What a beautiful name! Did your mother name you after the River Jordan?"
"No," he answered, with some chagrin. "My sister chose the name . . . she named me after Michael Jordan!"