My friend Belle brought up the subject of dealing with your name this morning and made me think about mine a little stronger. My personal situation is really kind of unique. You see my father was born as one of twins back in 1913. They looked nothing alike but when my grandparents came up with names they were stuck on "O's" that day.
My father was named Odie and my uncle was named Otha. My father's full name was Odie Langley. That's right, no middle initial. So when I came along they named me Odie Langley, Jr. Again, no middle name or initial. For the first 21 years I was know as "Junior". It really took me a while to get comfortable with being called Odie after I got out of the military.
Over the years I may be giving my information to someone over the phone and would receive mail addressed to O.D. Langley, Oddie Langley or even Otis Langley. I even got into the habit of saying after I had given my name, you know, like Garfield's buddy hoping they were familiar with the comic strip character dog with the red tongue.
I know there are other Odie's in the world but during my adult life I have known of only one other Odie anywhere near where I live and that is Odie Griffin in Rocky Mount, NC. If there is another I do not know of him. Over the years I have wondered if life would have been different for me had my name been John, Sam, Benjamin or some other familiar name? Just a thought.