The birth of the name, Budro

Uncle Kenny, when he was razzing me up, would say something like “ Isn’t that right, Budro?” For some reason, that fired me up, might as well called me yellow. So he used that name from time to time and as I got older, he would say “ Wanna swap licks, Budro?” To be fair, some people know what that is, others are imagining something a little off. It meant trade punches in the arm. I would always shy away and grin, shaking my head Noooooo! At 15 years old, I was ready to swap licks! He asked, I obliged with a solid up and down nod of the head. That was the last time he asked for that and I proceeded to go on the attack from that day forward. I squeeze him in some sort or fashion or gouge his ribs when we are around each other. He is pretty keen on where my hands are when I’m in close proximity!