Do you ever get names confused? I do. I always remember faces, but names can be a different story. Fortunately, I have yet to forget my own name. Maybe that’s because my teenage years spanned the late 1960’s to mid-70’s. One popular piece of jewelry during that era was the ‘I.D.’ bracelet. I still remember the one I received as a Christmas/birthday gift. Sterling silver, delicate links, my name written in flowing script across a silver band. I loved that bracelet but have no idea what happened to it. (If you ever come across a tarnished old relic engraved with the name ‘Kimberly,’ let me know.) Of course, identification bracelets…