Showing posts with label eight things. Show all posts
Showing posts with label eight things. Show all posts

Monday, August 20

I got tagged.

The Other Ones at Alpine Valley, looking up the hill. We were stage right and had this view. (I only brought a disposable camera and it was too dark to take any good pictures.)



Deb tagged me. (See what I get for being nice and wishing her a nice weekend?)

1.) I shook Phil Lesh's hand backstage at a concert. (see above)

2.) I've owned a 65 Corvette convertible, a (new) 72 Monte Carlo, a 74 Corvette T-top, a Harley, a Triumph (still own - doesn't run). I currently have loans out in my name for my kid's 2001 Honda Civic SI (sweet car, 5 speed - very fast) and a 2001 Grand Cherokee. And what do I drive? A 1998 Cavalier with 140,000 miles on it. At least it has a sunroof.

3.) I'd rather sit outside and read on Sunday afternoons in the fall than watch football. And to make that even worse, I have NPR on rather than the game. (Daughter Amy gets disgusted with me.)

4.) I was a fire bug when I was a kid. I started fires in our "old" barn (not the cow barn, a lesser used barn - very stupid - a friends brother died in a barn fire when I was about 10).

5.) I've never seen Citizen Kane (some say the finest movie ever made) but have seen Howard the Duck , Ferris Bueller's Day Off, and Adventures in Babysitting a total combined 25 or more times.

6.) Stole a car idling outside a local bar and left it across town still running. More of a prank than anything but it also saved me from walking home. (It ran out of gas before they found it.)

Bent.
(Pretty close to what I climbed. Sitting on the domed top was scary.)

7.) I don't necessarily like heights but when I was a kid on the farm, I climbed to the top of our silo and sat on top of it just to prove I could (the rungs that you climbed up on were horribly bent down and looked like they would pull out of the concrete).

8.) I don't get excited about getting together for holidays. I try to arrive late and leave early. Some of my siblings annoy me, but then after a couple drinks they end up being alright. (That could be taken two ways - my drinks or their's.)