FIVE WEIRD THINGS
My dog is named after a 19th century naval commander of some repute, Capt. John “Mad Jack” Percival. It would take a complete post in itself to do Mad Jack justice, or our dog, Percy, for that matter. The Captain can be Googled for some entertainment.
I like folk music. No, I mean I really like folk music. Mind you, I consider that a pretty broad category that takes in just about anything other than classical and baroque (which I also like), but in general, the folkier, the better. In the closet next to my guitars, you’ll find a banjo and a dulcimer, not that I manage to find the time to play anything. Thanks to XM Channel 15, I’m able to get a daily fix.
I play Powerball every Wednesday and Saturday.
I cry very easily, in both sadness and joy. All it takes is a news story that is either sad or inspiring, or especially a movie. The two that always get me at the end are Mister Roberts and Field of Dreams.
My wife’s name is “Sym.” Okay, that’s something weird about her rather than me, but it’s not really cheating since we currently live in a community property state; I can claim her weird thing for my own. Some may think it’s a little weird to fall in love with someone named Sym, but if you knew her you’d understand just how that may be the sanest thing I’ve ever done.
Now it’s time to tag a few more souls:
Good Rockin’ Mommy Guilt