My son’s name is Logan (he’s 28). I can tell how old someone is if they ask who we named him after. If they guess Logan’s Run, they’re my generation. If it’s Wolverine, unless they’re one of my comic collector buddies, they’re definitely much younger. As it turns out, we got the name off my sister’s well-curated list of boys names which she graciously gave me after she produced three girls and her husband had a vasectomy. I think my son’s name is an advantage for him. People seem to like that name. It beats my co-worker’s suggestion of Elton Shelton.