Take a peek inside my brain. It’s not so bad, see?
Words and I have been pals for as long as I can remember.
Outside is my happy place. Give me a backpack or kayak and I’ll see you later.
I’m not bald, I’m aerodynamic.
I love to research things I don’t know. For work. For fun. Or just because.
My daughter makes me laugh every day. (And grind my teeth, because that’s what they all do. Don’t lie.)
Bacon.
Give me Jon Stewart and George Carlin on an infinite loop.
I always use a green pen as an homage to my favorite high school English teacher who did.
Treat yourself to a great whiskey, wine or beer. Sip it slowly and enjoy every little nuance.
I love to cook. I’m rarely intimidated by a recipe. Do I always nail it? Not even close.
Gardening is both therapeutic and satisfying. And nothing beats the taste of a freshly picked tomato with a drizzle of olive oil, a little balsamic and freshly cracked pepper.
I’m very particular about how to load the dishwasher. It’s Dad’s fault.
The designated hitter…nope. And the pitch clock and anything else that speeds up the game should be ejected. Where else do you need to be? Grab a dog and a beer, sit back and enjoy a few hours of uninterrupted bliss.
Coffee, freshly roasted and ground. There’s no substitute.
Nonfiction books, biographies, documentaries, oral histories. Yes, please.