By Andy Kerr
Perhaps it's human nature, but one
likes to think of himself or herself as unique. We
think no less of our name. I've always thought that
my name is somewhat between John Smith to Abu
Kararoke. Not unique I was sure, but I didn't think
I'd run into many others.
Such has not been the case.
Being notorious on environmental
issues in the Pacific Northwest, I obtained some name
recognition that caused some consternation to my
co-named. When I left Portland, I had counted three
other Andy Kerrs in Oregon. This wasn't altogether
terrible as at that point in my life, I was getting
death threats for my stands in favor of keeping the
last of the forest standing and I reasoned my odds of
survival were directly proportional to the number of
Andy Kerrs in directory information.
The first other Andy Kerr I crossed
paths with was Andy Kerr the lawyer. I've been
accused of being a lawyer, so the confusion was
compounded. He practices law in downtown Portland and
when I would be quoted in the newspaper, he'd get
calls from screaming clients who had ties to timber
and cattle interests. He'd also occasionally be
served with legal papers aimed at me.
Andy Kerr the lawyer's problems were
exacerbated in that he had a brother named Don Kerr
who used to work for The Nature Conservancy and
became best known for founding the Oregon High Desert
Museum. Since my detractors who sought my demise had
stereotypes about rich Portland environmentalists,
that Andy Kerr the lawyer lived the old-rich
Dunthorpe area, while I lived in the lefty ghetto of
the Sunnyside Neighborhood might have helped my
survival chances as well.
Andy Kerr the lawyer and I finally
met for a drink at Jake's in Portland. We found we
had little in common save our name. I was once was
told by a southern Oregon innkeeper that an elderly
couple, whom I surmise to be Andy Kerr the lawyer's
aunt and uncle, stayed at his establishment and the
conversation got around to Andy Kerr. The couple
couldn't understand why their nephew was doing that
environmental stuff. Some of his relatives knew him
little better than some of his clients.
Andy Kerr the lawyer once got a call
from the Waldorf Astoria Hotel in New York demanding
that he pay his bill. He declined, since he hadn't
been to the Waldorf. It turns out that another Andy
Kerr from Portland apparently had run up quite a tab
and hadn't gotten around to paying it. The Waldorf
wanted Andy Kerr the lawyer to sue Andy Kerr the
deadbeat for him, but Andy Kerr the lawyer declined.
Neither Andy Kerr the environmentalist or Andy Kerr
the lawyer are sure who Andy Kerr the deadbeat is or
was.
It's possible, but we have no way of
knowing, that it's Andy Kerr the wildlife
rehabilitator who lives in Cannon Beach. During an
offshore tanker spill Andy Kerr the wildlife
rehabilitator was quoted in the Oregonian, leading to
my receiving several comments as to how did I find
time to save the forest and also to save the
oil-soaked birds.
I also briefly met Andy Kerr the
Salem area hop farmer. He seemed like a nice chap and
certainly had a nice name and made a fairly good
beer.
I would occasionally have a present
delivered that was for some other Andy Kerr. Thanks,
whoever you are, but it wasn't my size.
Our answering machine would get calls
responding to social invitations I didn't make. We
returned from a few days away to a fascinating string
of messages from an old geezer who was making his way
from Spokane to Portland to see Andy Kerr the
something, but not me. He kept hinting at telling the
entire story about the failure of a savings and loan
and other shady dealings when he arrived in Portland,
but alas the messages stopped without resolution.
I've always felt I should have turned the tape over
to the FBI, but I was keeping some death threats on
the other side of the tape (the voices would change,
but one could always hear a bar background).
I've just discovered I am not the
only Andy Kerr the environmentalist. The other one
works on global climate change issues.
In 1993, I participated in the
President's Forest Conference in Portland.
Environmentalists had so made an issue out of the
logging of the least of the ancient forest that the
new president and half his cabinet had to come to
town to try to solve it. It was live on C-SPAN and
NPR and otherwise received wide coverage.
My wife received a phone call from a
gentleman from the East Coast who wanted to talk with
me as he claimed that we'd had a brief affair at the
Fire Island (NY) National Seashore. She told him he
must be mistaken, as she was fairly positive I've
never been to Fire Island and she was absolutely
positive I wasn't gay. He was undeterred saying he'd
seen me on television and I was definitely his Andy
Kerr from Portland. He wasn't surprised that I'd not
told her about my past. He called back several times
and rather than changing the number, I finally did
talk with him and finally did convince him it was a
case of mistaken identity. I did have to invoke the
existence of the other Andy Kerrs to get him off my
back and on to new trails.
From Andy Kerr the forest
environmentalist to Andy Kerr the lawyer and/or Andy
Kerr the hop-grower and/or Andy Kerr the deadbeat
and/or Andy Kerr the wildlife rehabilitation and/or
Andy Kerr the gay and/or Andy Kerr the climate change
environmentalist: if you have any sons, I hope you
named them something either more unique or more
common. There'll be less confusion.