My first experience being called Duffy was in Elementary
school. A boy in my class wouldn’t stop calling
me Duffy even after I asked him to, but as a consolation prize he did invite me
to call him Stearns-y. I think he liked me. That was back when boys were gross and girls
had cooties.
Anyway I come from a long line of Duffy’s. It’s a play on our last name, which I am unabashedly
proud of, and as a tribute to the enduring creativity of the human mind each of
my ancestors have also been called Duffy during their childhoods and in some
cases into adulthood.
Also, it makes me feel like a soccer star.
You are my favorite Duffy.
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