Recently I discovered I once had a classmate whose name sounded like it was from a children's book. It had never occurred to me, so when I was talking about him I thought I had made the name up. Then I thought of his next-door neighbor whose name was alliterative & then the street on which they lived & then the name of the creek near where they lived. It would've fit perfectly in a children's book.
We had been friends I believe in first grade. Maybe second. I remember one day - I don't know why I did this - I brought all my comic books up to school. They all fit in a large paper grocery bag. I guess I wanted to show them to him. Some time later, he sent me a package with an issue of Detective Comics in it. We went to the same schools - elementary, middle, & high - but were really never friends after those first few grades. He grew up tall & thin. At some point in high school, I ran into him & called him by the name I had used in middle school, but it was a diminutive he rejected. That was literally the last time I ever saw him.
His next-door neighbor & I were never friends, but I suppose we were friendly. We knew each other mainly in elementary school. Years later, when I was hosting a training session for KOOP, I recognized the name of a trainee & realized it was his older brother, who had been two years ahead of us in school. I don't know if he actually knew me, but I guess he knew my name, because he seemed to recognize me, & he became a great volunteer & a good programmer & I daresay we became friends.
At some party, the older brother brought the younger, who had had a rough time of it in life. I didn't recognize him at all. We didn't have much to talk about. & that was probably the last time I'll ever see him.
This came up because I was talking the other day to someone with the same first name - who spelled it the same way. I suspected he had wanted to reject the childish diminutive in the same manner. Then I realized the picture I was painting:
My childhood classmate's name was Robbie Spangle. His neighbor was Bryan Boyden. They lived on Glenbrook Drive. Next to Duck Creek. Where in a fictional land they solved mysteries & got into wholesome boyish shenanigans.
Too bad there are so few Garys in children's books. & almost certainly no Gary Dickersons.
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