What’s in a Name?
Published on 1 Oct 2005 at 1:01 pm.
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“I’m sure you aren’t called Cuban Jon all the time. Right?” -some poor soul
A good question… Actually, I am. I’m Cuban Jon to friends, co-workers, casual aquaintances, and even family! No, I’m not Jon, John or Jonathan… I always say… There are too many Johns, and never enough pimps & ho’s. So Cuban Jon it is.
Now… People often ask, “Why are you called ‘Cuban Jon’?”
Finally this question can be put to rest…
It all started during orientation my freshman year of college. One of the first things I noticed about my new school, I admit, was a surprising shock… I stood there rubbing my eyes while people overheard me think outloud, “Wow… There are sooo many white people!” This is not to say that I excluded myself from that category, being 1/2 Cuban, 1/2 Mexican and still the biggest white boy on the block. It was just strange to go to college 4 miles away from high school and have the diversity of the student body do a complete 360.
In between orientation activities, one of the orientation sponsors (and soon to be good friend) Kespinoz, who had obviously taken a particular liking to this cute little frosh, pinned me against the dryer in the laundry room and began asking questions. Now this laundry room, in addition to the humidity in the air from the running dryers, was located directly above the boiler room for the dormitory. It was in the middle of the sweaty barrage of questions from Kespinoz that she informed me that there were too many Johns at our school, and that they all had their own nicknames.
“What’s something different about you?” Kespinoz asked.
“Well, I’m 1/2 Cuban…”
“Great!! Cuban Jon it is!” Kespinoz interjected, totally ignoring the rest of what I was about to say.
Little did she know Cuban Jon would soon become a household name!
