Until I entered the seventh grade, my friends and family all called me by my middle name, "Wayne." Being a shy kid, and having entered a junior high where I knew no one, the teacher was taking role for the first time and called "Jimmie Roe." I answered, "Here." From then on, to everyone outside of my family I was Jimmie. Yes, Jimmie with and "ie." As my college adviser, also a Jimmie, said, "So, your mother had a sense of humor, too." Later, I worked on a framing crew where there was a Jimmie, a Wayne, and a JW. That is where the JR or Jayaruh was born.
Well, as time went by, Jimmie made room for Jim. Now, in my golden years, I have embraced Jimmie once more. So, are you a James, Jimmy, Jimmie, Jim, Gem, or Gym? Let us know your name's story. Is there a Jim Stone out there or perhaps a Jim Nasium? I am a lover of Gem razors. I have toyed with getting a GM Jimmy. Maybe we can get a conversation going.
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