I’ll never forget meeting the elderly neighbor.
“My name’s Maurice.” He pronounced it MORRIS, like the 9 Lives Cat.
My wife smiled. “How do you spell that?” (A great way to help remember someone’s name!)
He sighed. “M-A-U-R-I-C-E. You should say it ‘More-eece.”
I shook my head. “We’ll say it any way you want. It’s your name!”
I always thought the neighbor would have loved a nickname.
Too bad he didn’t rename himself.
It’s been done.
Hall of Fame pitcher Jim Hunter is exhibit A for name transformation. TV announcers loved sharing how “Catfish” got his title. I remember one version of little Jimmy running away from home and returning with his prize catch later that day.
Amazingly, the whole history was fiction. Team owner Charlie O. Finley wanted to invent a PR-friendly personality for one of his players.
It’s not the name that matters. Spin a snappy backstory, and everyone will call you by your new moniker.