It all started November 22, 1963, the day JFK was shot for all of you non-history buffs. While most of the nation was in mourning, my parents took the opportunity of getting out of school early to console one another. Apparently, it was more than just a hug since 9 months later I appeared. I am not superstitious, but I do refuse to ride in any convertibles in Dallas. I grew up in Denver, the mile high city. This must explain my fondness for mile high flights. I soloed at 14, and then shortly thereafter realized it is a lot more fun to take someone else with you on mile high flights. So I got my Private Pilot€™s License at 16. After high school I headed south to Albuquerque, where the weather is perfect for flying year round. After many years of debauchery, I married my wife, Tami. I think this was about the time Clinton was shooting Monica. On a side note, the day Reagan was shot my wife was 7 years old, it would have been ironic and illegal had my children been conceived at that time. Once Tami was well beyond the age of consent she provided me with two beautiful children, Savannah and Bobby. My wife and I are self-employed and run several businesses together. Even though I own several businesses, I wouldn't consider myself your typical "businessman". I enjoy life to the fullest, always with a "no regrets" attitude. I never want to miss anything, but with age that occasionally means having to down a couple of Red Bulls. I have traveled to many parts of the world, and never say no to new adventures. However, I did refuse the hunting trip invitation from Dick Cheney.I edited my profile at Freeweblayouts.net , check out these Myspace Layouts!
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