It happened twice in May: lengthy face-to-face talking with friends of mine who don’t live that far away, but with whom I never get a chance to talk with anymore.
The first was with my friend Norm, best man at my marriage to Carol. For over twenty years, we played racquetball together at the YMCA, sometimes with a group of other guys, sometimes just ourselves.
We talked about families. Continue reading Real, live conversation
Jaquandor does a quiz-thing. So I do one, because I’m lazy. Or lack self-control. Or both.
1: What eye color do you find sexiest?
Brown, for sure. Which is odd, since my wife has blue eyes.
2: White, milk, or dark chocolate mocha?
3: If you could get a Sharpie tattoo on your back, what would it be?
A map of Europe. In color.
4: Did you grow up in a small or big town? Did you like it?
Small city. I liked it at the time. It’s been slowly dying away, and it makes me sad.
5: Your favorite adult as a child? (and not your parents, if they were your favorite) Continue reading Embarrassing childhood; am I awesome now?