This morning as I was walking Augie I started thinking about nick names. Not like Katie for Katherine or Billy for William. Yes, they're nicknames but I'm talking about the ones that don't resemble the "real" name, like Buzz. You know that's not on his birth certificate.
My pal, Tomas the Magnificent, (that's not really a nick name because Tomas is Thomas in Spanish and besides, he gave it to himself so that doesn't count) stopped me on my walk this morning and said that Buzzy was looking for me; he wants to talk about my blog. The old people from the Class of '62 are having their 50th reunion this weekend and Buzz is a classmate that has lived away for many years and came home to hang with the AARP/Medicare crowd.
Anyway, that's what led me to the topic of nicknames. That was probably a longer explanation than you needed, right?
I started to rattle off the nicknames of people that I personally know: Skip, Chip, Thumper, Biff, Bink and, of course, Buzz. Some of these guys I don't even know their real names.
And speaking of guys; I thought it was a guy thing at first. Then I remembered the girl that lived down the street from us when I was a kid - Winky. And then I remembered another woman here in town - Chick. Oh, yeah, the lady that lived up the hill - Spot - who happens to be Bink's mother. No clue to their real names either.
Now, I'm sure you're wondering if I have a nickname. I have a few but the one I like the best is . . . .
wait for it, wait for it . . . . EB BEAUTIFUL. It doesn't really count, though, because it's my initials and I gave it to myself. Well, what was I going to do? - no one gave me a coolio nickname so I had to give it to myself. Just like that Spanish dude, Tomas the Magnificent did.
It's your turn now. Whatcha got?