My Nickname in High School

So last night I was on a date and I doubled with Josh Sillitoe. Josh and I ran cross country together in high school. We hang out and do things from time to time. Anyways, while we were driving to one of our destinations at one point in time during the night Josh ended up calling me/introducing me as Chester. That was my nickname in XC and so that led to me telling the story about how I got the nickname. So I figured I would just share it and put it out there for the whole world to see. By the way… only Josh, Troy and maybe some other XC peeps are allowed to call me Chester. The rest of you are going to have to find another nickname for me if you really want to call me something.

So one Saturday during my senior year we didn’t have practice, but Coach Burgess gave us instructions to run on our own. I believe it was just a 50 minute run. So Josh Sillitoe, Troy Steadman, and I got together Saturday morning to do our workout. It was a cloudy overcast day and sufficiently chilly, at least to us desert dwellers it seemed cold. We ran for a good 50 minutes and when we got back we decided that it was cold enough to get hot chocolate at the Texaco down the road. Hot chocolate seems like a strange thing to get after running 6 miles… but it seemed like a good idea at the time. Besides, they had these creamers there, like “Italian Crème,” that were delicious. When we got there a Club from the high school was hosting a car wash. So we decided to support and get our cars washed. They were even vacuuming the inside, so that was a plus. Well when one of the cars finished this girl hollered over at us. She was black so imagine a black girl yelling this, “Hey! You over there! Chester! Your car is done!” So Troy thought that she was talking to me and said “AAAHHAAA! She called you Chester! I’m gonna call you that from now on!” So I went over and it turns out that it was Troy’s car that was finished. HE was the Chester! So I went back and made fun of him because he was really Chester. But he said he was still going to call me Chester. From then on we were both Chester.

Incidentally, about a year and a half ago I was watching TV while making lunch. The new story was about how the FBI had just caught a child molester who had been on the run. They put his picture up with his name under it and it turns out that his name is Chester Stiles. I did a double take on that one. What are the odds? I just did a quick google search and he also is from Nevada! Later that day I got a text from the other Chester that said, “Chester! They got you!”