a.k.a. Ray
a.k.a. Cozy Bear
a.k.a. Worst Copilot EVER
Where the hell my dad pulled out Brer Rabbit and Cozy Bear is probably best left a mystery. The Cozy Bear part stuck though, and at that moment a Genovese family tradition was born. Since then, anyone who travels with us when we have an occasion to break out the radios (i.e., the lake, Disneyland, etc.) is bestowed a nickname fitting of their personality. The rules state it needs to be a Disney nickname, but there are a few exceptions, the Cozy Bear being one of them.
By the way, Brer Rabbit didn't stick with me. At some point during that fateful trip, I adopted the name Robin Hood.
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