Mine comes courtesy of a buddy I have up hear at the Rock. Originally he'd only call me "Junior" (and still does at times) - which got pretty annoying after, oh, the first time. Then of course we got into a discussion one day about why my little four-banger 2WD S-10 shouldn't be north of 55 during the winter... "Eight Mile," he said, "you're in the WRONG place." I couldn't very well deny it, since I was, after all, at the Rock. The Eight Mile nick was a reach to come to... consider the fact that the Marshall Mathers movie, Eight Mile, was released not too long before I started working here, and also consider the fact that evidently he thinks that anything near Detroit must be around Eight Mile Rd. (even Trenton, a good 20-some miles south of Detroit.)
Ah, well, must be all those days at deer camp - da beer makes him forget that there's a whole lot of area south of Eight Mile.