"How's my cat?"
"Sorry, Bill, the cat's dead."
"Dammit, don't tell me that! Now my vacation's ruined!"
"Well, what was I supposed to say?"
"Ease me into it! Tell me that the cat's gone up on the roof, and
you can't get it down. Next time I call, tell me the cat's still on the roof, and it won't come down. Then, when I call the last time, tell me the cat died, so it's not a shock."
"Fine, fine. Sorry."
"Okay. So, how's Mom?"
"Mom's up on the roof and she won't come down."
Well-mannered and considerate, you can bring him anywhere and your mother will like him.
Addicted to Business Insider.
A reliably Democratic voter.
He's had brushes with death in overambitious wilderness adventures. No more of that.
He's been playing guitar since age 10 and remains an obsessive listener of rock, blues, jazz and classical. He can also play drums, bass and piano, though he mostly just plays guitar these days.
He's a film buff and one of his favorite activities has been serving as an indie film festival juror here in the city.
He tends to be gregarious and doesn't take himself too seriously.
He is analytical and creative. Passionate and pragmatic. Open-minded and sentimental.
He loves to stay abreast of cosmology and eagerly awaits the peer-review results concerning the finding of gravity waves this past March.
He was born and raised in S. FL and goes back there several times a year. It's lovely in the Winter.