I was thinking the other day about names…...you know, the first means of identification. You have many different types of names, i.e., “God given name”, “birth name”, “gov'mint name”, “surname”, “first & middle name” and of course “nickname.” Yeah, that’s the one……Nicknames. I don’t know about you but I have many. It seems like every place I go, I get a new nickname. Now, don’t get me wrong cuz it’s kinda cool. Whatever name you use to address me tells me where I know you from. I mean let’s face it, brother getting older…..and I don’t remember everybody I’ve met over the years. Heck, sometimes I don’t remember people I met last week. So these nicknames or sobriquets come in quite handy for me. It all started when I was a kid and momma would come to the front door and call me in from playing. That name stuck all throughout elementary, middle, and high school. Matter of fact, classmates/people I grew up with STILL call me by that name today. I would tell you what it is but truth be told…….I can’t spell it. I’m serious…..I don’t know how to spell it. I tried to come up with a slick way of spelling it when I was in high school but looking back, it wasn’t slick……it was stupid and I shall not revisit it here. My freshman year in college, I decided to give myself a new nickname. I came up with “Bobby T.” I thought it was cool but I attended college in North Carolina. You haven’t lived until you hear “Bobby T” spoken with a North Carolina drawl. It sounded like “BOOO-BE TEA.” NOT COOL!! Seems whenever you give yourself a nickname, it always backfires. Sophomore year, while pledging Omega Psi Phi Fraternity Inc, one of the sisters of Delta Sigma Theta Sorority Inc, started calling me “Thom Sweet” (my ability to “step” while on line was sweeeet). Yeah, I dug that name….so whenever I hear someone address me that way, I know it’s someone from Livingstone College (GO Bears). While in the military, I became known as “BT” or “Thom” (with a “H”). The name “BT” is also used by individuals living here in Hampton Roads ….so when I hear that name, I know it’s either someone who knew me in the army or someone I’ve recently met. When I moved to Los Angeles, I told the first person I met that my name was "BT." This fool thought I said “TC”, so he went around introducing me as “TC.” I tried to correct him several times but his elevator wasn’t moving at all, so I said what the hey….all right, I’m “TC.” So if I’m addressed as “TC”, I know it’s someone from LA and I go in the opposite direction. Most of those LA folks were just plain strange….with a capital “ANGE.” Whew! But that’s another story for another time. Most of my time in Richmond, Washington DC and here in Hampton Roads as well, I’m addressed by my radio name, “Bob.” Now normally in radio, the name you use on the air is not your real name. Matter of fact, only one or maybe two of the 957RnB air personalities uses his or her real name. There’s Cocoa Butter, Theressa Brown, Charles Black, Bob Thomas, Ben Casey and Kevin Kofax. Can you guess who? I know……but I’m not telling. Everybody has a nickname. I've met Boo (2 of them), Gut, Pookie, Bird, Boojack, Big House, Fro, Pony, P Funk, Spook, Go Go Food Stamps, Flacco, Nose, the Man, Wolf woman, Wonder woman, Soup, Done Deal, Plate 'em, Kool, Lips, T-Bone, Fish, J Rock (3 of them), ReMix, Snuffy and the list goes on and on. What's your nickname? Would YOU tell it?