A year ago last month for various reasons and excuses I posted about a semi-ffrivolous desire to adopt the nickname “Dub,” and I was subsequently surprised and humored by the various comments from my friends and blog pals who pretty much summarily rejected or pfffft’d or chuckled at the idea.
So I let sleeping Dubs lie.
Thirteen months later I find an email in my inbox this morning alerting me to a new comment on the matter from a gentleman from the great state of Tennessee who — through the timeless wonders of the internest — found my post and has signaled his time-tested approval of the idea.
His name? If you haven’t guessed it by now, read on:
Well, Dub, I say go for it! It’s worked fine for me for almost 60 years. It’s a tried and true name that is extremely hip and I highly recommend it to anyone who is not squeamish and who’s first name being replaced begins with the letter W. And Dubby was ok for me as a kid but I don’t recommend handing it down to young offspring, as my own parents did to me. I said bye to the “by” in Dubby right around the same time I lost my virginity. Good luck to you!
Thanks Dub! I do like the sound of it but have to say while I’d still be keen on the moniker, I’d need special dispensation from the proper authorities in order to violate the unwritten rule of self-bestowing a nickname.