Nicknames, the apocalypse and crab legs Hello my darlings. Recently I was thinking of nicknames. Random I know, but when my mind wanders, I usually just let it go to see where it takes me.
I have had lots of nicknames. As a kid, like many young southern boys, I was called Bubba. Now my nephew is called Bubba, and so is my niece’s son.
We are a creative and country bunch of bumpkins. My family has always called me Jamie. I demanded to be called James, my actual name, once I got into kindergarten.
Fast forward a buncha years, and I became Cassie Nova. I get called Cassie by most everyone, sometimes Miss Nova. Edna Jean used to call me Minoba on occasion.