1. A frosted Pop-Tart once saved my life.
2. My winter skin is the exact color of regular Band-Aids. If I were in a Band-Aid forest, I would disappear.
3. I went to great public schools in Cleveland Heights, OH from first to seventh grade. (1960-70s)
4. One reason I’m becoming an oncology tech is so I can afford a horse before I’m too old to ride. My dream is a multi-week horse-packing/camping trip deep into the backcountry.
5. I have four sisters, three brothers, and about 25 first cousins. I look vaguely related to everyone in Ireland.
6. I always knew my life would hit “reset” when I turned 40 years old. I was right.
7. My father owned a 1920s fire engine. He took it out on Memorial Day and sometimes the Fourth of July and gave rides to kids all over the neighborhood. We took turns hand-cranking the siren.
8. I’ve come to believe most forms of charity are deformative to both the giver and the recipient.
9. I was fired from my first job—at age 15—for insubordination.
10. I’m in genuine awe of people who choose to teach junior high school.
11. I tutored literacy to murderers and rapists at San Quentin Prison. I taught gardening concepts to the children of meth addicts. Yet I can’t get my idiot dog to stop barking at squirrels across the street.
12. I love a really great piece of cardboard.
13. I have degrees in anthropology, commercial art, fitness and nutrition, horticulture, and the Wilton Cake Decorating Method.
15. For my senior project in high school, I took small aircraft flying lessons.
16. I like to read newspaper obituaries.
17. I wrote a complete novel for teens/young adults (as yet unpublished).
18. If you think I’m funny—then I’m really, really funny. I can make people cry from laughing; now I want to see if I can make them wet their pants—followed by falling down the stairs.
19. I once experienced a propane explosion that blew off my eyebrows.
20. I’ve married the same fabulous woman three times.
21. I went on an archeology dig in New Mexico and worked on a 2000-year old Anasazi kiva. We found lots of animal bones, some broken pottery, and a human skull wedged in a chimney shaft.
22. I’ve never once regretted my college degree in anthropology or the liberal arts.
Friday, February 5, 2010
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