When I was a little boy everyone called me Ricky.
Ricky rhymes with icky, hickey, sicky, sticky, picky and a whole lot of other words that have negative connotations. I never liked the name Ricky.
When I got drafted into the army at 19, suddenly other people were calling me names I disliked even more. After about a year, I became a lieutenant and my commanding officer referred to me as Dick. I didn’t like that name either, but I wasn’t about to correct Captain O’Connell. So I became a Dick. By default.
After moving out of the Bachelor Officer’s Quarters, I rented a room from a nice older couple in town, Joe and Jewel Brooks. They called me Dick. They treated me like a son and cooked breakfast for me and took me to church with them on Sunday. One Sunday in church, I met a cute girl named Dee Deever. She had a cute name, too, so I asked her out. Dee worked as a telephone operator and I picked her up one day after work. She said, “Hi, Dick!!” I was embarrassed. It was like she could read my mind.
When I got out of the army and briefly moved back in with my parents, I didn’t want to be a Dick anymore– or a Ricky again, so I became a Rick. What few friends I had acquired up to that point in life went along with it.
So I became a Rick again.
On my very first day of work I was sitting in the Marvel Bullpen lettering a Conan the Barbarian story. A few people who were in the office that day realized I was the new guy and one young fellow, Warren Storob, whom I later found out was a serious comics collector, stopped by my drawing table to introduce himself. We chatted amicably for a minute and then he asked me if I was related to Peter Parker.
“Who’s that?” I asked him.
He just stood there staring at me. He had this look of incredulity on his face. I really didn’t understand what he was talking about, so I asked him to explain himself. He said, in a slow and deliberate voice as if he was talking to a mentally-retarded child: “Spider-Man’s… name… is….. PETER PARKER!”
“Oh,” I said. “Sorry, I’ve actually never read a Spider-Man comic book.”
He just walked away shaking his head and muttered, “You don’t deserve to be working here….”
I never wanted to be a Dick and I’ll bet if Spider-Man had been a real person, he wouldn’t have wanted to be a Dick– or a Peter, either.