I don't think there's anything special about me. I'm mostly happy but sometimes sad, which feels weird some days and normal on other days. Who doesn't have days like that? I'm not much of a writer here, but I have some stuff on the "other" site that some people like. Maybe I'll write some more for here. Good luck and God bless.
Interests chocolate milk shakes and a nice bone-in ribeye. Tickling grandkids.
Favorite Books Tarzan and the Jewels of Opar, Time Enough for Love, Another Roadside Attraction, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues.
Favorite Authors Edgar Rice Burroughs, Robert Heinlein, Tom Robbins.
Favorite Movies Local Hero, the Fifth Element, the Magnificent Seven, the Seven Samurai, The Big Lebowski, Buckaroo Banzai, My Darling Clementine, The Last of the Mohicans, She Wore A Yellow Ribbon, Cousin, Cousine, Amarcord, Guardians of the Galaxy.
Favorite TV Shows Seinfeld, Real Detective, Game of Thrones, Taxi, the Mary Tyler Moore show.
Favorite Music good music, I know it when I hear it. A soft spot for Brazilian.
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