When I was working at Boston’s public broadcasting station, we were “treated” to a seminar about laughter as a stress relief. It was highly embarrassing, uncomfortable and I learned nothing new. The woman who led the discussion told us her name was Mare Streetperson. OK. Whatever. And since that day, I have always been on the lookout for others with names that they’d perhaps acquired somewhere along their life path. Like this one (by a quilter) from an exhibit of works by staff members at the Rhode Island School of Design.