My husband’s nickname is Goose (and variations thereof). As the story goes, some of his high school basketball teammates knighted him with that moniker, lo, these many years past, and it stuck like glue—even with his own family. Rarely do I hear anyone refer to him as “Bob” when around his brothers. Or old friends. Even his mom and dad called affectionately called him adopted the name for their first born!
Nicknames, like reputations (at least negative ones), can be quite tenacious. Just ask the Apostle Thomas. First word that Continue reading “A rose by any other name…”