I wrote a post earlier this year titled She Calls Him Cheap. As I stated, I believe this blog is a time capsule to be opened by future Rothacker's one day. So, in step with that theme and post, I thought I'd tackle what name I go by.
I introduce myself as Dave. The only time I go by a particular name is for formal business and or legal purposes. Then I use David. I always include the initial for my middle name which is E., for Edward.
So, if I introduce myself as Dave, why does my family call me David, you ask?
I go by the name that people feel most comfortable calling me. My sister calls me Davie as do some family and friends. It's not about the name, it's about the other person and their use of it. I'm not indifferent to my name. In fact I like it - all versions and variations of it. Whether or not it's David, Davo, Davie, Chief, Wiz, Snake, Big Guy or Cheap.
In my former profession two friends called me Davie. One passed away. It wasn't the name Davie. It was the name coming from Bubba, a dear friend and one of the most brilliant technologists I've ever known. Today, Tommy, who is known to most of the world as Tom, still calls me Davie.
I can't tell you how much joy I feel looking down at three-foot Cece when she's trying to get my attention. It seems as if every muscle in her little body is working together in harmony calling out, "Cheap!"