The Million Me March

Guys occasionally write and ask to see a picture of me. I'm absolutely camera-phobic, and have almost no pictures of myself. I'm good at what I do behind the camera, but an idiot when it's actually pointed toward me.

Recently a friend told me about "The Grace Lee Project", in which a woman named Grace Lee investigated the characteristics shared by women named Grace Lee.

Her film points out to what extent your identity is tied up in your name. If you're named Chuck or Steve, you grow up as a Chuck or a Steve. Or a Vince. Or a Paul.

So I did a web-search on my name and here are a few of the me's who showed up: a whole crowd of Paul Morris's.

I'm a wealthy and powerful executive:


I'm also a famous news photographer:


I'm a keyboardist, accomplished in at least two quite different styles:



I occur in cartoon form and have even been depicted as a toy skeleton:



I'm quite a sportsman and have been known to kill a mighty bison once or twice:


I live for windsurfing (who doesn't?)...


...and I'm a professional motorcycle racer (that's me on the far left, tall and fearless):


I'm beloved by lots of nice folks. I'm the tree on the far right, a memorial to Paul Morris who served on a school board with these interesting friends:


I'm the top high school student of the year...


...and something else altogether.


I'm happy to share my name with all these cool and interesting Paul Morris's. I can only hope that, should we ever meet, they'll feel somewhat the same.

--Paul Morris (the original)