Seriously, if there is such a thing around this blog taken as serious– I enjoy reading the way people I know or follow take this on. No I do not believe in chain letter like tragedies as a motivator, I am compelled to dig through the past and find something interesting.
Oops not much there.
First, I cannot repeat any of the Five Things I posted in 2006. Maybe the next meme will be six or eight or twenty-three.
So for what its not worth, here it goes…
- The first car I owned was a frackin blue Pinto, 70’s vintage. My friends from high school drove more muscular Pontiacs and Novas and I had the cute little bubble. Actually, I bought it off my sister. I cannot remember how long I had the nothing magnet, and was absolutely tickled I managed to sell it.
- One year at summer camp I fell for a country girl named “Johnny-Sue”.
- Despite my adult dog fascination, we had but one dog when I was growing up. “Sunny Duke” was a Shelty Beagle mix, and while having adorable coloring, he is a neurotic nutso. I am convinced my sisters locked him in their room and performed some sort of mental psychosis training. I thought he hated me.
- In high school, when it came time to start monkeying around with liquor (which was not easy to come by at 16), I started a process of draining what was in my parent’s cabinet, just down low enough to slip the bottle back. I have mo idea what they said when they moved out of the old house and found a whole cabinet full of bottle with 1/2 inch of liquid on the bottom. I think we polished off a really old bottle of scotch.
- I studied Geology as an undergrad and got a Masters and still stink at identifying rocks and minerals. Don’t ask me to do it, I’ll mumble something like “milky quartz” or “foliated schist”. I’m making it up.
- Like Rob I devote one thing to a Who Concert experience, except I don’t really remember the (?) 1983 concert at Veterans Stadium in Philly. I was a Who fanatic from high school, and in college at University of Delaware, when I found out there was a concert, I was determined to round up my old crew to go see the old guys live. A problem was my friend Kevin was down in Blacksburg, Virginia and had no transport. I go it in my mind to drive 6 hours down there on a Thursday, picking him up, driving back to Baltimore Friday, going to a concert Saturday, and doing a Virgina round trip Sunday- in the damned Pinto from #1. I got so *****ing drunk I don’t remember the concert, but apparently I tossed some cookies in a sub shop and did some other things of which luckily there is no evidence.
- The last year of my undergraduate program at University of Delaware, I lucked into a great part-time job taking scanning electronic microscope photos of samples at a DuPont lab. It was great cause I would do it at night after the regulars were gone, so I could blast music. It paid something like $13/hour back in 1985. When it was slow, I would insert strands of hair or cheerios.
There. Nothing is left to fill in any more memes.
And maybe we should all pummel D’Arcy with tags