I'm thirty-six years old. I never thought I would live this long! Had I known that I would live this long, I would have taken better care of my knees and ankles.
Once upon a time, men in this country were defined by their occupation. So, by that standard, I'm an entrepreneur and part-time automotive journalist. For a guy living in flyover country who spent the formative years of his career studying English Literature, working McJobs, and riding a small bicycle, I do pretty well. I have a very small consulting company and I set my own schedule.
Nowadays, however, people like to talk about what they do outside work. By that standard, then, I'm an amateur race car driver and obsessive collector of some really odd stuff. Not odd like stitching-my-own-skin-suit-from-basement-captives stuff, mind you. I collect old 8-bit computers, bespoke shoes and clothing, fountain pens, Swiss watches, Ken Onion knives, first editions of John Updike books, and volumes from the Eighteenth Century.
I have a few annoying moral stances. I believe this country should either eliminate the murder of children in the womb or be consistent about it and move the abortion limit to the legal voting age, the way the Greeks did. I am passionate about animal cruelty and about ensuring that every cat and dog has a loving home. I don't purchase Chinese products if at all possible and I'm not interested in hearing your feeble justifications for doing so.
It's never too late to have a happy childhood, so that's what I'm doing now. Thanks for stopping by.
