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In 1972, when I strolled into a party or a bar filled with friends, someone would mark my arrival by calling out my father’s name: “Hey,Pert!” If George White was present, he called me “Cotton”. Some called me “Irish”. I’d sit down with Stu (aka Sturt, Mulligan, or Ned), Byrdman (aka Blowtop), Lew (aka Bartalome), Louie (aka Dunbar), Chick (aka Pierce or Dodger), Jake, Bones, Snotz, Bach, Squirrely, Buck, Buff, Goose, Hog, Dogfoot, Abby (aka Brooks), Eddie, Kenny, Lars, Stinky, Magilla, Sparky and we might tell stories about Sweats, Fancy Art, Jeremiah Bean, Carmen, Dersky, Catfish, Trout, Poz, Sman, Ollie, Reuben, Chat (the Cat) and others — Raymond Pert/Kellogg Bloggin’.
DFO: Raymond Pert goes on to say that nicknames are uncommon among young people today: “The only student in my classes I knew had a nickname was Tiffany, who former friends called Stiffy. I think of nicknames for my students all the time, but keep them to myself.”
Question: What was your nickname as a kid? Do you have a nickname now?