While I was at the barbershop getting my hair cut today, an older gentleman was jawing with the barber about turkeys and traveling backroads and this and that. A man walked by outside they both knew and somehow or another it was mentioned that his brother had died recently and that the only name they could remember him being called was “Gus.”
With that, the older gent said, “When my oldest boy, Tommy, started school, he came home all upset after his first day.”
When he was asked why, the boy said, “They won’t call me by my right name.”
“What did they call you?”
“Tommy,” he said.
“That is your real name.”
“My name’s NOT Tommy.”
“Yes, it is.”
“No, it’s not.
“Well, what is it, then?”
“Booger!”
I guess the “cute” little nickname they used for him when he was little stuck.
7/23/21 near
Booger Hollow, Arkansas
