I don't know if it's comparable, but according to family legend the name goes back to Robin Hood. The family church is called Sherwood.

Though we left England in the 1600's.

At 61, that fuzzy edge of reality has become pretty blurry, so the whole life and death thing has started to run together. When we die, the bubble pops and we expand out to infinity, if not eternity. My problem with God is it's too deep for me. Mostly it's negotiations with my guardian angel. I've pushed the reset button on my nine lives enough times to sense I'm not supposed to die yet, which only makes me push the boundaries a little harder. The control override keeps kicking in. If the edge isn't close, I'm lost.