Hi — this is a rerun from 2014, which is somehow 11 years ago (!!). I don’t know where Winner or Loser are at this point. — Dan
William Shakespeare once famously asked, “What’s in a name?,” with Juliet wondering aloud whether our names should determine our destinies. She was talking more about last names than first names (unless one’s name is Rose, maybe?) but no matter — the question is still an interesting and, to a large degree, unresolved one. It’s so interesting that, in the late 1950s and early 1960s, one New York City family decided to run a very informal experiment — one with limited scientific value, to say the least.
That family was the Lane family. In 1958, the parents had a son and named him Winner. Three years later, they had another son, their eighth and final child. Needing a name, the parents asked their oldest daughter for suggestions, and — this is why you should never let your children name their siblings — she said that they already had a Winner, so why not a Loser? So in 1961, Winner Lane became the older brother of a new baby named Loser Lane. (The daughter’s name was Dinelda, neither Lois, Tie, nor Draw, in case you were wondering.)
The two grew up in the projects in Harlem and, later in life, would both agree that their names didn’t seem to matter to those in their community — no one, at least outwardly or obviously, assumed Winner was awesome or that Loser was a loser.
Any such assumptions would have turned out wrong anyway (assuming those attitudes would have had a negligible impact on their lives, of course). If you fast forward until their late 30s or early 40s, the pair’s names showed even less relevance. Winner earned himself an ID number — 00R2807. That was the number given to him by a state correctional facility during his two years in prison, the culmination of decades as a small-time crook. (This was as of the summer of 2002; no one has seemed to follow up on the brothers’ lives since.) Winner’s record included a bunch of car break-ins, some domestic violence charges, etc., all totaling well over two dozen arrests. When not behind bars, he often found himself broke, living at homeless shelters.
The good news is that he could call his brother Loser and ask for money. Loser Lane also had his own ID number — 2762 — and also like Winner, Loser’s ID had to do with his ongoing entanglements with law enforcement. That’s because, as of July 2002, Loser Lane was a police detective, and 2762 was his shield number. He worked out of the South Bronx and, by all accounts, was well-regarded by his peers. This was the culmination of a successful childhood and life as a young adult; Loser was both an excellent student and athlete and ended up attending a private prep school in Connecticut before gaining admission to Lafayette College in Pennsylvania.
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