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  • His baby brother called him Guy-Guy. That wasn't his name. Years later an older sister said guy-guy is Chinese for brother. None of us disputed this, we couldn't, we didn't speak Chinese.

    His real name was William. When he was little, we called him Willy. Later he changed his name to Wil. To his dad he was always Will. Dad couldn't bring himself to leave off the traditional extra L when writing.

    When he was still Willy, he had a favorite cap he wore all the time. It was a ball-cap, blue and white, with his name, Willy, embroidered across the front.

    After a few years the cap was “too dirty to live” according to his mom. She got him a new hat, but it was not right. His embroidered name had to be cut off the old hat and sewn onto the new one.
    That helped.

    After the age of ten, no boy in his right mind is going to wear a hat with 'Willy' across the top.
    It was around this age that he changed his name to Wil. That was over 20 years ago, but when his mom tells stories about his childhood, she reverts to calling him Willy.

    His baby brother, now in his 30s, rolls his eyes when his calling Willy Guy-Guy comes up. It's an old, worn out, tacky around the edges discussion and nobody knows the why of it. It's a mystery.
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