In life there are many big questions. Why are we here? What is the true meaning of life? Is a nickname you give yourself really a nickname at all?
Today, let’s focus on the third question.
To me, the special thing about nicknames is that they are supposed to be earned. Years ago my dad called me “Scooter” because before I learned to crawl, I used to scoot around the apartment in delight whenever my parents played the Spin Doctors “Jimmy Olsen Blues” on the stereo. Since that day, the name has stuck with me, amusing those I encounter that hear the tale.