One thing I noticed as a kid scooting around the island was that most of the people I knew had nicknames. Having lived elsewhere, I have never again experienced such an abundance of nicknamed people. A by product of a strong community. We never found it odd to call each other Lip, Puss, Booger, or one of my favorites, Pee-Hole. In fact we would reminisce about the nick names of those before us and remind ourselves of their stories. I imagine like us, they would do the same.
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