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Think Globally, Drink Locally

I'd rather have a sister in a whorehouse, than a brother at Washington and Lee.

About Me

Ex-Jock who's seen the error of his ways...Intellectual...Witty...Sarcastic sense of humor...but all with a Southern Gentleman's touch of charm and grace.

My Interests

Love to read...love to watch sports...argue with my friends...and make them laugh at the same time.

I'd like to meet:

Conversationalists....depth goes farther than their eyes...fun loving people...who enjoy laughing....and Pablo Neruda who spreads the seductive power of words.So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one - big hitter, the Lama - long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga... gunga, gunga-galunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness." So I got that goin' for me, which is nice

Music:

Anything that moves me...and Jessica singing "I will survive"

Movies:

Braveheart, Shawshank Redemption, Goodfellas, Animal House, and Steel Magnolias

Television:

My Name is Earl, The Office, Intervention.

Books:

The Path of the Peaceful Warrior, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, and whatever Charlee is reading.

Heroes:

Fred, Bob, Ronnie, Sparky, JP...and a whole list of the folks I've worked with over the years.There are 80 years of history and 80 before that,All gathered in the thinking going on beneath his hat.The cold flame burns within him until his skin’s as cold as ice,And the dues he paid to get here are worth every sacrifice.All of his sleepy nights spent running.All the money down the drain.All the "If I’s" and "Nearly’s", the bandages and pain.All the K-Phi tears left drying,All the fever in the fight,Are just a small down payment on the thing he does tonightIt’s guts and love and glory boys.One mortal’s chance at fame.His legacy, his greatness,And the Phi Gam is his name.