Welcome to this week’s edition of the Name Game! This time ’round we’re going to be talking about the people we’ve known named James, as well as the most common James nicks: Jim and Jimmy. Let’s leave the Jamies out of it for now. It feels like that one could be a standalone, somewhere down the line.
So, in the comments please tell us about the guys you’ve known with those names. The evil Jimmys, the wonderful Jims, the James that got away… You know, whatever.
I had a friend named Jimmy (later Jim) when I was a kid, and his dad had the same name. My parents were friends with his parents, and we spent a good amount of time together. But we didn’t stay in touch. He was a regular kid. I can’t remember anything unusual about him.
And, one afternoon while I was doing my paper route, I got into a “fight” with a guy from my Jr. High named Jimmy. He shoved me, I hit him in the jaw, and that was where it ended. He said, in a nasally Ernest T. Bass voice, “I’m gonna git you, boy,” and nothing else happened. He’s dead now. I think his liver finally said fukkit.
Also, when I was in Atlanta one of the managers at my job was named Jimmy. He never bothered to shorten it to Jim, probably because he lived in the South and Jimmy is an acceptable adult name down there. He was a nice guy, and I always got along with him. Thick accent, though. I mean… super-Southern. He won $5000 in a radio contest once, I recall. I think he put a wooden fence around his backyard with the money. After I left, he got promoted to the Top Spot, and rode it out until they shut the facility down. I’m not sure what happened to him after that.
And those are my stories. Now it’s your turn. Please use the comments section below.
Thank you guys, for your support and participation!
I’ll see you again tomorrow.