Who's Got a Nickname?
Every kid secretly wants a nickname. Correction - every kid secretly wants a good nickname. Some of us were given monikers by our parents that - while endearing at the time - we were glad never made it into the public's consciousness. As a child my mom called me Shorty (you can imagine my relief when this died out). To be clear, my brother was very tall growing up, so stop snickering please. Being a few years younger than my brother, his friends transferred his nickname to me, modifying it by adding the word Little (yes, yes, ha ha) in front of it. So I became Little Booge (origin unknown, but the oo is pronounced like the oo in oops - the e is silent). Eventually, after my brother moved on, my friends dropped Little (hallelujah) and interchangeably called me Booge, Bergy or Burglar (after a youthful indiscretion that included petty theft, a batting glove and a Montgomery Wards security guard). Anyhoo, only Berg...