My older daughter is home from college for a few days. We're sitting around contemplating baby names for no reason other than it's a rainy Sunday afternoon. She wants a baby girl of the future to have the middle name of Anne and wants to know what's a good first name. Ummmm...Raggedy?? Nope, she says, "Natasha." I have to laugh. That was my name tag when I worked at the old Rookwood Pottery. It was fabulous, dollink.