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My dad’s name is Vincent D’Onofrio.

There’s an actor, you may have heard of him, named Vincent D’Onofrio.

Both were born in New York.

We’re regularly asked if we have any relation to the actor. Other than being fans of his work? Nope. Although if I’m asked if my father is Vincent D’Onofrio, I say “Sure.” Because he is. 

They’re roughly the same age, though my dad landed a bit before the actor, so he was first. 

The other day, my folks received a card from a Reverend in Illinois. It read, “Congratulations on the birth of your new baby, Luca!”

I have a brother, his name is Luca. He’s 19. My folks couldn’t figure it out. My brother was wondering who on earth this person was. So he looked her up on the interwebanet, and had my mother gave this Reverend a call.

After the greetings, mom asks “Do you know us?” The Reverend says she heard that there was a new baby and though it would be nice to send a card. 

“Perhaps you think that this is the actor’s family?” says Mom.  

That was it. The Reverend was quite embarrassed.

It turns out that the other Vincent D’Onofrio had a baby. Named him Luca. (My brother was born 19 years prior, so he was first.)

And get this, there’s a reason why the actor named his son Luca - our families shared the same pediatric dentist in midtown Manhattan. At one point the office was sending bills our bills to the actor’s address, so he saw the name “Luca D’Onofrio” plenty of times. 

Regardless of who was first, there are now two fathers/sons in New York named Vincent and Luca D’Onofrio. The world is one crazy place.

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If the actor Vincent is reading this: 

Hey, stop copying off our test!