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It’s the nickname my Grandpa ditched when he tired of being his philandering Uncle’s alibi and came out West where a good german nickname had a lot more purchase with the women in bars like my Grandma who spilled all his drinks the night they met and only ever knew him by his alias, which is why my middle name is Frederick, long for Fred, instead of Yitzchak, long for Itchy. Actually they spelled it Eachie. And Biscuit, that’s his surname, more or less, and also spelled different.
