69 Boaz, AL
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My self-summary
Retired newspaper editor, speech and English instructor, botanical explorer and writer. Actor in two dozen plays or musicals, lots more work behind scenes. Romantic, dreamer, scholar, lamenter of earlier-simpler-loftier-more genuine days. Former outdoorsman expecting to go outside again. Eagle Scout. Gourmet-gourmand-glutton. Again, Romantic -- seeker of secluded barns with haylofts and candles that won't cause any kind of (undesirable) "conflagration."
What I’m doing with my life
Retired: Remembering, growing heirloom tomatoes and rare and endangered insect-eating plants, thinking, reading, planning "the novel" and several botanical papers. Wondering how soon I'll mount the stationary bike again and stop putting mayonnaise on my hamburgers. Wishing I could find company to go skinny dipping in Little River. Counting my blessings, as der Bingle sings in "White Christmas." ("Holiday Inn" is much better.)
I’m really good at
Communicating with people -- even reading their minds. Finding the good in folks. Early on I was a national rep for top-of-line prestige products. Then a speech and Engish instructor (college and high school) and a quarter-century doing everything with newspapers (when that's what they still were). I made one speech student a 10 percent better person -- forever, I know. It was tougher with others because of lacking support at home and lacking acknowledgment in the culture of the value of education -- and, specifically, English.
The first things people usually notice about me
Devilish smile. My (considerably) non-Southern accent. New students would ask "Are you from England. Er sumpm?" They were young and naive. (I can "pass" for redneck in a heartbeat if my botanical wanderings find my on Farmer Bobby Lee's land.)
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Used to travel (from "stix") to Broadway shows -- would never spend money necessary to see "Spider-Man" now. Buy "sleeper" collector's item books on Net. Faulkner, Salinger, Hemingway, Wm. Bartram (I'll tell you he was), Elmore Leonard. Ronstadt's big band stuff; James Taylor; David Gates (Bread), Beatles, some Stones, some Emmylou, formerly Willie N., Nora, Rodgers and Hart, NOT Rodgers and H-stein. FOOD!!!---> Homemade beans and peas fulla hamhocks, with co'nbread. Real stew. Chili (Mexican) pie. Shrimp, lobster, NY Strips (thick and almost charred on outside, almost rare on inside); lamb chops, roast pork, Creole at Galatoire's, gloppy French at Antoines, red beans and rice at "joints" and po' boys in New O. Soft shell crabs. I will NOT take you to Olive Garden. "Seinfeld" reruns. "The Office" -- as acting demonstractions despite cutthroat office shenanigans premise. See those on PC; don't have TV.
The six things I could never do without
My 18-room mansion; countryside out back, Internet; garden; 2 Jack Russells; my hair (I have it in a box), intimacy, intimate (or simply deep and genuine) conversations
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Whether there can be a world that's really green and where materialism, comfort and political convenience aren't the only true goals. I "was green before it was keen" (I think I copyrighted that) but have have seen stewards slack off or recovery prescriptions ignored -- even basic principles.
On a typical Friday night I am
Watching the stars, Uhu, Crackle, Netflix, sorting old botanical records, reading especially works of Andrew Lytle (I have all of them except uncollected stories. Or dreaming, as ALL Net dating posters do, about walking along the beach -- maybe even being at mountains and beach at same time.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
there was once a big antique mirror by the bed (if you get the drift). But the arrangement got unsafe) (the question becomes: What glue to SAFELY repair the frame 75-pound beveled guillotine: Elmer's or Super Glue?
You should message me if

-- If you have a real good sense of humor (and irony.)

-- If you can communicate lolling on a riverbank comfortably (on the cooler days -- Mr. Cottonmouth's out if it's too hot).

-- If you've watched "LAAT-nin-buggs" ("Southern" for lightning bugs) ease up from the lawn between dusk and dark on a summer's eveming.

-- Actually cut open a watermelon yourself, feeling the song of the blade, smelling the aroma. (Looking around to ascertain no one's watching and taking a big seedless chunk of the heart.)

-- If you ever had a real cocktail in Manhattan 3-6 decades ago; ditto a dry-aged porterhouse; a hot dog from a cart waiting to enter MoMA; ANY thing to eat or drink at any level in NOLA.

-- ESPECIALLY if you hate fast food, ANY prepared food, TV (with exceptions), popular opinion, demagoguery.

-- Does that French horn solo in the Beatles' "For No One" hit you as one striking example of "bittersweet"?

-- (Can you summon again the spring of '68 and S&G and "The Graduate" music?)

-- (Have ever owned a Garfunkel SOLO LP?)

You get the idea.