Somehow I've become a 50 some.... errrrr …solidly "mid" 50 something… This seems so sudden as just the other day I was walking home from elementary school. But I'll take each year I can get (considering the alternative). My hair is salt 'n pepper and I've been told it's thinning. After my sister in law took a photo of me from behind, I saw what appears to be a small, flesh colored shiny spot on the back of my head. Now, I wonder what that might be?
As far as dating goes, I've not dated a lot lately, and offer no explanation for this.
Yes... I have a past and have been married before (twice, but the second time don't count) and that was, like the fairytale, "A long, long time ago in a faraway land"
Ancient History (for me anyway): I grew up in the glorious south, on the outskirts of a small town in a cotton-field house. What's a cotton-field house you ask? One of many near identical houses, planted in a cotton field by a developer, with streets, roadside bermuda for lawns, a ditch across the street, a sho 'nuff cotton-field across the ditch and woods beyond that. It was wonderful. The other families nearby were of the same age range so we had plenty of friends, there was no such thing as a game boy and no one owned a computer. The television had only three channels and the quality of the reception depended on the antenna. The programs included Tarzan, Shirley Temple, Looney Toons, Happy Hal, & Sivad (Fantastic Features). The news carried the Vietnam War and President Kennedy's assassination. Back then the Television signed off at midnight and "four letter" words were taboo. My how times have changed.
While TV's were black and white, the world outside was in color and that's mostly where we stayed. We were the Little Rascals. We played in ditches, crawled through manholes, built forts, dug holes, cut down trees, made necklaces out of clover flowers, got stung, pulled ticks off dogs and ran barefoot in the snow (it didn't snow often and we were after all Southerners). There were no buses so we walked to and from school, uphill both ways.
When I'm working on something, I get so involved; I'm oblivious to everything else around me. My mind can and will, however, catalog the fact that someone is talking to me, what they've said, and remind me to respond within' about 30 minutes. That will probably drive you crazy. It did an early grade school teacher because she wrote on my report card, "Larry lives in a dream world". Thank God that was before ADHD was invented so big pharma could sell ritalin. That part of my personality is deeply embedded and likely will not be changed.
Hobbies you ask? Well, I've several hobbies, with fluctuating priorities including; music (I own a guitar), water colors (I own paint and paper), shooting and hunting (to hang out with my brother in the woods), fishing (sometimes just throw only a line in the water after all, why would I want catchin' to interfere with my fishin'?), motorcycles, camping, museums and other "stuff". Regarding motorcycles, I'm not a "biker" biker. What I mean by that is if you didn't see me on it, you'd never know I ride 'em. I own three motorcycles, two of which are vintage, all Italian and all run (or will if I talk nice and tickle 'em a bit). You may not be aware of this, but a motorcycle will turn an ordinary man into a mechanic. If they break, I do the repairs and will sometimes curse while doing so. I'm not much of a Sunday around town rider and don't get the chance to ride alot, but when I do, I enjoy long trips, lost highways, back roads, loaded with campin' equipment, tools, road food, a bottle of wine & other such necessities of life. Also, I'm fond of apple pie, fast cars, guns and poetry.