If there were a biography about you, what would the title be?
Does he ever wear pants?
I push shorts season deep into fall almost to the edge of winter and if winter is mild I still wear them. I do not like pants, especially blue jeans, and only wear them when it’s just too cold not to.
American Professional Football is the only sport I really watch these days. I don’t play it or any other sport for that matter. Being an athlete was not for me.
Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?
Home.
Every time I open the door and step inside I feel love. It’s a warm hug, a comfort from the outside world, it’s my safety net. It’s where I feel love radiating off of the walls themselves. That to me is where I have felt loved the most.
Pop Tarts – cherry ones with frosting. Since being diagnosed Celiac there’s no wheat for me. That means no Pop Tarts. If I could eat a snack right now that would be it. Just give me that snack with no issues and back to Gluten Free I go.
When I get lost in a familiar song or album it always takes me back.
Movies.
It’s hard not to revisit familiar favorites and not let your mind race back to the first time you saw them. The impact they had on your developing years.
You get to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?
I open the door and step into a normal looking office, desk, chair, computer, and that’s it.
This set up sits in the middle of the room on top of a soft hardwood floor.
Above me gentle lights cast a glow upon the room. I sit down and pick up a remote as I turn on the computer. Eyes glance at the white walls and the peaceful scenes set within the picture frames.
I take a breath.
Thoughts form.
Creative entity begins to possess me. I feel it moving through my body.
I aim the remote at the far wall where a gigantic window lives. This window goes from floor to ceiling and it covers the entire wall.
I punch a button.
The wall splits and opens, rolling to the left and right, noiseless, seamless.
In front of me now is an opening that spills out onto a sandy white beach, palm trees dance on either side of this opening, spreading their way across the beach. Providing the right amount of shade on the room, which is never too sunny or warm, perfect temperature, perfect light.
I breathe in.
I breathe out.
Fingers land on the keyboard.
Ocean waves wrap my mind in ambient sounds as that creative entity assumes full control.
I am now just a passenger, along for the ride, willing to watch, as my fingers tap across the keys.
For some reason I got hooked on the Chevy Chevelle Super Sport – the 454 model – the one with the most power. As I have aged it no longer holds the same sway over me as it used to but for a time this was my go to car. It even found its way into the stories I wrote.
These days, as I think about the environment, the future of the planet, my kids and their kid’s future, a new dream car has appeared. One that is probably more powerful than my original dream car.
That new car is the electric Porsche Taycan. Charges fast. Drives fast. And just looks amazing on the road. That now is my new dream car and one that might indeed find its way into future stories I write.
Podcasting and YouTubeing. I have discovered a passion for editing videos that I never knew I had. I love finding a visual in my head and seeing it brought to life on screen.
I also like writing poems and haiku. Good small bursts of creative energy.
That I am nice. That’s it. I always want to be a good nice guy who is always willing to help or lend an ear for a conversation with anyone I meet. In this world I feel like more people need to quit complaining, quit arguing, find common ground, and just be nice.
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