On Friday morning I went with my son to Delectica on Third Avenue, as I do often in the morning.
An elderly lady, who happens to be a regular, asked me: ‘What’s is his name. It’s a he isn’t he?’
‘Yes, it’s a boy,’ I said, ‘and his name is Alyosha. It’s coming from Dostoevsky.’ It means Protecor of the People.’
The elderly lady nodded, I had the feeling that she was underwhelmed by his name and my explanation.
Finally she said, “well, yes, you can see that he is protecting the people.’