When I lived in Seattle, Bill Gates was just starting Microsoft. Now that he's a big "macher" (Yiddish for a "mover and shaker") I get asked if we are related all the time. My response is a characteristic: "He's my evil twin..." Living just outside Washington, DC, I've often had to fend off queries about my relationship to Robert Gates, former head of the CIA (NOT!). And, now that I'm thinking about it, I walked with a cloud over my head when I lived in LA and in close proximity to Darryl Gates, former Chief of Police (do you see a trend here?) When my wife and I recently moved to our first house we didn't find out until after we moved in that the couple next door was also named Gates. Not only that, but her name was Betty, the same as my mom's. But all in all, things quieted down quite a bit until last week. I got a call from CitiBank. They were looking for a Jeff Gates who had decided he no longer wanted to pay off his credit card after making numerous calls to 900 and 976 numbers. Then, my aunt sent me one of those "get rich quick" magazine ads, you know, the ones where people just like you and me become tycoons overnight. Hmmm...things could be looking up.