JB

I was called “JB” (short for Jon Bryan) for a bunch of years until I decided that I’d had enough and people must then call me “Jon”. I don’t rightly recall, but it was probably because it was my moniker as a child and I didn’t care to be thought of as a child anymore. Plus Dennis occasionally calling me “JB Baby” helped me reach that conclusion. It took time to get my family to make the switch, but eventually they all came around, except for my sister Rita who still calls me JB to this day. Dennis’s friends took to calling me “The Jib” (“jib” being an alternate pronunciation of JB) which I did not mind. It wasn’t “J B” and I got attention from the big kids. My friends had always referred to me as Jon, so there was no problem there.