My father nicknamed me, "Tinker" and don't you know the neighborhood I was living in (the upper 9th Ward, New Orleans) started calling me Tinker also. So I guess that is ok as long as they don't start calling you Tinker Bell or some other lowly putdown. I asked my Father why did you nickname me that? He said You are always running around town tinkering around making friends easily, so I nicknamed you, Tinker Town. So to this day, my closes family and friends call me Tinker instead of Tom, Tommy, Thomas, or T.W. ... It a great life.
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