For whatever reason, I've recently thought back to when our pal Jon decided that he no longer wanted to be called Johnny anymore (it was sometime in high school but I don't remember when).
I believe that I was the dinosaur (at least of the friends) who was the last to convert.
It was not an easy change for me. He had always been and would always be Johnny to me.
I look at him now and no longer see Johnny. Furthermore, at this point he's never been anything other then Jon when I think back. I don't even remember if he spelled it Jonny or Johnny.
Memories are a funny thing.
I believe that I was the dinosaur (at least of the friends) who was the last to convert.
It was not an easy change for me. He had always been and would always be Johnny to me.
I look at him now and no longer see Johnny. Furthermore, at this point he's never been anything other then Jon when I think back. I don't even remember if he spelled it Jonny or Johnny.
Memories are a funny thing.
