Have you ever thought about how most people define themselves? By their jobs, that’s how! But that’s most people, not me. Yes, I’ve worked my career in banking, but because I don’t define who I am by my work, I remain a real human being! Can I get you a glass of Chardonnay while you l tell you some of the wonderful things about myself?
Let’s start at the beginning…
My parents brought me up to have a strong work ethic backed up by a solid education. So during my summers away from college, I worked in huge industrial shops. That fit right in with my natural tendency to tinker with things. To this day, I love to fix and to build things. I may be just the guy to fix your grandpa’s old watch, keep your car in tip top shape, or build that multi-level deck that wraps around the trees at the back of the house. I won’t make you carry lumber, but on a hot day, maybe you could bring me a cold beer, pretty please?
But I’m not all about work. Some weekends, we’ll climb into the car and go whichever way the wind is blowing. Would you like that? Well, our wanderlust makes us just right for one another! We’ll stop at antique stores, flea markets, roadside farmer’s stands, and engage with the locals.
A perfect long weekend with me would have us flying to San Francisco on Friday morning, where we’d rent a convertible and drive down the Pacific Coast Highway to a little bed n’ breakfast in Big Sur. We’d spend the next day exploring the twisty old highway by the sea, stopping at a quaint little restaurant for dinner in Sausalito, watching the sun set over the blue Pacific while the lights of Frisco twinkle on one by one across the bay. You see, for me, travel is romance and adventure rolled into one. Why do you think people like you and I are like this?
Some weekends you’ll find that I’ve gotten up early to go teach new teen drivers how to control a car. You see, when I was a teenager, I was the only one of my gang of four guys to make it out of those teenage years alive; my three buddies all died behind the wheel. I eventually started racing sports cars and now years later, I feel it’s my moral duty to the memory of my buddies to use those skills I’ve learned out on the race track to help keep these kids alive. As it turns out, I really seem to connect with the kids. I hope you don’t mind me taking time to give something back.
I hope family is important to you. At 93, my Mom is still with us, in good health, and in fact, still driving! Yikes! So you’ll understand if I spend a little time with her savoring and soaking up the stories, and the memories, before she’s gone. On holidays, my Mom is the executive chef. The family gathers at her house, the little kids stealing nibbles of turkey and ham, the smell of chicken and dressing and apple pie hanging in the air. My daughter is 24 now and lives with her cowboy in Oklahoma. She comes back home a couple of times a year for these gatherings. She’s a lot like her Dad, so I know you’ll love her, too.
My best buddy is my 11 year old Shih Tzu, Wicket. He’s named after a character on the Star Wars spin-off movie “Battle For Endor”. When I brought that furry little black and white puppy home, my daughter said “Oh my God, you didn’t get a dog, you got an Ewok!” On a cold winter’s evening, you can find Wicket stretched out beside me, sharing my well worn burgundy leather Lazy Boy while I’m reading some quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore.
So you’ve reached the end of my profile and you want to email me but just don’t know what to say? Let me help you; pick a question, any question, and send me your answer!
1. If you could have dinner with any single famous dead person (language barrier not an issue), who would it be, and more importantly, why?
2. If you were going to write a book about any one thing, what would it be, and why?
3. If you had 3 wishes, what would they be? (and none of that 3 more wishes stuff!)
4. If you could go anywhere in the world for our first date, where would it be?
Looking forward to your email.