Question of the week: Ever had a nickname? From the Editor - They used to call me bentnose through no fault of my own. Quite simply, I was dropped as a child, and my nose either broke or bent. The upshot, my schnoz, got a bridge like San Francisco. Tragic, funny, unique, and bittersweet at times, nicknames run wild through our lives, and I did not meet a person on the street this week without one.