Java

In 1994, during the first weeks of college, I often enjoyed a good “cup” of coffee. Actually, I did not know how to make less than a full pot. It did not occur to me to drink less than a pot. So I was fairly wired that first month.

One night someone got the bright idea that we would administer nicknames. “Hey, we will call him 'Java'.” Interestingly enough, no one else got a nickname. My newly formed friends would introduce me as Java. I would be quick to say, “No, my name is Steven.” “NO! Your name is Java.” One of the lessons I learned from being called Stevie is that you cannot really fight this sort of thing. Sure enough, it took off and I became Java. Most people from my college days never did know my real name; they thought Java was my real name. They probably figured I had hippy parents or something. Even my wife called me Java. It took her a few months of marriage before she started calling me Steven. Most of my college friends still call me Java; those ones with kids have their children calling me Java as well. Oh well, I know who I am….I’m Stevie, Steven, Java, and Daddy.


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