I used to practice signing my full name when I was little. It seemed a very adult thing to know how to do, and even better, it seemed to be something that only very important people did. I’d fill entire pieces of paper, front and back, with variations of my signature. You know, to see what looked best. Typical Leo behavior. Since then, though, my signature has (d)evolved into a hurried scribbling of my initials. Curt,…