Where There's A Williams...

Brian, whose father was a member of The Platters, is a bit weary of the name himself. "In grade school, names that started with W were always the last ones called," he says. "I was always last, last, last." The insult was later compounded at the University of Arizona, where he was one of seven Brian Williamses on campus. "You can't imagine how hard it was to get the right transcript," he says. A scowl clouds his face. "Williams is too normal. Williams is too bland. I want a name that's unique, a name that no one else has. I might just start going by my middle name, Carson."

And what would you call yourself?

"Why not Johnny Carson?"