The Real Muldoon

My parents blessed me with a pretty cool name- Richard Wylie Curtis. Its got it all, Dad’s waspiness and Mom’s Boston Irish/Scottish thang in the middle (although Muldoon would have been cooler). Being from a different generation and planet, they didn’t choose the heppest nickname for me.

Richard may have the largest number of nickname variants out there. Chad, Rick, Rickie, Richie, and what my parents cursed me with- Dickie.

Dad called me Dick, and the females in my family (all of my siblings and Mom) called me Dickie.  Dickie. Say it- Dickie. Cute, no? Little blue eyed kid, missing front tooth- Dickie.  Dickie is a good West Newbury name, where there are no scummy, bad, malevolent people and you’re the richest family in town.  When we moved to Newburyport (1978- the ‘port was still a nice sleazy fishing town overrun by drug crazed hippies with a cool toy shop that sold corgi cars), Dickie wasn’t going to fly- I thought it was cuz we were broke. Dick had a much manlier (little did I know) feel to it.  So my friends called me Dick.

• got any gum on ya, Dick?
• got a needle Dick?
• got a pencil Dick?
• is that Dick Brown?
• is that Dick Hurtz from Holden?

After moving around the country and living in whiz bang dynamo towns like Georgetown, MA, Hinsdale, NH and Beaufort, SC, I unceremoniously arrived back in the ‘port. I quickly changed my name back to Richard. A few years ago I tried Dickie again in a new town in Maine (by the way- nice tooth is NOT a compliment, especially in Biddeford). So I have a multitude of friends and aquaintances and ex’s and I can’t remember what my name was. Thanks Mom, thanks Dad.  I love you.

Call me Authur- King of the Britains.

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