I personally went through a large portion of my life with a nickname that I still use personally but that only a few of my older friends from a previous iteration of my life still know, but don't use. I get asked every now and then what it means and from where it came. I always tell the truth because it is cute and rather arcane. I use it in my main email address because that way I can't forget it and I also remind everyone about the spelling that I devised for it. Oh, I got a lot of grief for the spelling all right. I don't care. Through all the grief and all the disparagement, I still have a famous nickname with a distinctive spelling when most people with nicknames go by "Spike" or "Bob". "Bob" is especially handy for those who can't spell and for the contemporary college graduate who can't write cursive. I mean, who can't write BOB? Frontwards, Backwards, Upside down...phew, what a challenge! So with all of that, some 60+ years ago I took my nickname and gave it the spelling that I and I alone wanted. After all, if it's my name, and it means "me", then, by golly, it's gonna be me. So my nickname is PUTTSS. It was given to me by a dear, dear friend called Maurice Rondeau. He has since gone to his eternal resting place. Maybe it is because he didn't have a good nickname. I am still Puttss and I still remember that I was given the name after the song, "Putty, Putty, Cement Mixer" which was big in the early '50's and which you can hear by clicking here. Back then there were no visuals. Now, you'll hear it and see it at the same time. Actually, then, my avatar is a cement mixer. A small one with a small, noisy as a mad Chihuahua, two-cycle gasoline motor. Now you got the picture, right? So that's my avatar, spelling and all. I hope you have enjoyed the song too.
Hey, it's better than nothing, right?
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