27 JUNE 2024 WorldWide Drilling Resource® Another First From INTRODUCING - The “KIT” Half Pint 1” - 3” pipe .82 inches Standard CP 2” - 36” Pipe 1.5 inches Fisheye 184-Degree Side & Down Views in One Picture 1.82 inches TDS Camera On Screen Temp. Conductivity/TDS PH Litmus test strips 406-853-7867 Making sure you have all the cameras necessary at your jobsite - no going back for a different look. All Well-Vu products come complete with a 30-month warranty. Say you saw this ad in WorldWide Drilling Resource® for an extra 6 months - Giving you a full 36-month warranty! wellvu.com Nicknames by Rick Jordan Retired Mineral Processing Engineer People don’t have nicknames like they used to. When I was growing up, almost everyone had a nickname. Some like “Rock,” “Speedy,” or “Tank” were flattering. Some I never understood. I knew guys called “Big Eye,” “Chooks,” “Penguin,” and “Peanuts.” A poor kid with buckteeth, like it or not, was saddled with the nickname “Bucky” while a young fellow with red hair would live his life as “Red.” Some nicknames were contrary. A heavyset person may go by “Skinny” while a bald guy would be called “Curly.” Some nicknames were insulting. I worked with a young guy who everyone called “Turd.” I don’t know why they called him that, but it stuck. I have a friend who, 50 years ago, was nicknamed “Rat” by one of the older kids. He hated the name, but that is what everyone called him. To this day, people still call him Rat. He doesn’t like it any more now than he did back in the ‘70s. My Dad went by “Doc,” but he wasn’t a doctor like most men who go by Doc. When my Dad was a young lad during World War II, his father and four of his older brothers were off fighting overseas. Back then, there was a comic book hero called Doc Strange who was always beating up Adolf Hitler and the Nazis. Doc Strange didn’t wear a cape or a mask but rather a red tee shirt and blue trousers. My dad idolized Doc Strange, so when he was five years old, he told everyone his name was Doc. My grandfather emigrated from Crete and he and my grandma christened my dad with a terrible Greek name. He hated that name. Even now, I’m not allowed to tell anyone Dad’s real name, but take my word for it, it is an awful name. On my dad’s first day of school in the first grade, the teacher had the class stand up and introduce themselves. When Dad’s turn came, he stood up and proudly proclaimed, “My name is Doc Jordan.” The teacher kindly said, “We don’t use nicknames, young man. Please tell us your real name.” Dad again said his name was Doc Jordan. This time, the teacher wasn’t quite so nice. She ordered him to get up in front of the class and tell them his real name. My dad walked to the front of the room, turned around to face the class, and defiantly declared, “My name is Doc Jordan.” The teacher by now was angry. She grabbed Dad by the shoulders and while shaking him commanded, “Tell us your name!” My dad, understandably frightened, just stared at the old teacher. Apparently she was sympathetic because she then said, “Whisper your name in my ear.” She bent down and Dad whispered his real name to her. The old gal stood up and said, “Okay Doc. Take your seat.” My dad turned 89 in March, but he still remembers that gray-haired old schoolmarm as the best teacher he ever had. Rick Rick Jordan may be contacted via e-mail to michele@worldwidedrillingresource.com
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