HE CALLED ME SNAKE -- by Steve Nadis
Years ago, decades ago in fact, long before there were blogs or I ever dreamed of becoming a blogger, a friend I knew from volleyball--let's call him "H"--started calling me "Snake." It was a nickname that stuck. With him, at least. No one else really used it. But when H. calls occasionally and I hear the familiar one-syllable greeting, "Snake," I immediately know who it is. We've been out of touch for awhile, but we spoke over the phone last week (about volleyball, marriage, and kids, in that order), and I realized that, for what it's worth, I owe the name of this blog to him. About 20 years ago, a friend of H's (Phil) addressed me in casual conversation as Snake. I set him straight right off: "Listen friend," I said, "no one calls me that. No one. Except H."


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