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When I was a kid, I was always the class clown. When I got my first job as an A&W carhop at age 13, I loved making my coworkers and bosses laugh. I told them a joke I had heard about this village of “Trids” that kept getting kicked by this mean ogre who lived by their well. The Trids eventually got really, really thirsty, and went to their rabbi to ask for help. When the rabbi went to the well to check it out, nothing happened - the ogre just let him get his water! So the rabbi asked him, “Hey, you mean, old ogre. Why for do you let me come here to get water, but when the Trids come, you kick them all?” The ogre pondered this for a moment, then finally answered: “Silly rabbi, kicks are for Trids!” Well, for one reason or another, the nickname stuck, and I was called “Trid” for many years after that.... Now… you’re probably wondering why “tridd” has two “d’s,” and that’s a good question. You see, my brother’s name is “Todd,” and when we were kids, our parents frequently called both of us “Trodd” (Troy + Todd = Trodd). So… I combined “trid” with “trodd” and came up with “tridd!” Nowadays (and by that I mean “now that I have AIDS), the nickname, “tridd” reminds me of those carefree days of being a little kid. To me, the word has come to embody childhood and a way to view the world through a child’s perspective. It reminds me that life is short and precious, and we shouldn’t waste even a minute of it. It reminds be to be happy and thankful for all the wonderful people in my life. And it makes me want to remind other people about that stuff, too - which is why I made this website. Please look around. Read. Add comments. And be part of our mutual community!
Peace, love and joy — Troy Carlyle |
What’s in a name? |
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Troy at age 7, in the 3rd Grade. I remember 1968 as the first year I became aware of the concept of “years.” It was 1968… and I was part of a timeline that would keep counting up, even after I would grow old. |
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"Become so wrapped up in something that you forget to be afraid." – Lady Bird Johnson |