NPR controls my car radio, but Cheryl Wheeler, Ani DiFranco, or music from talented friends frequently stage coups.
On a spring day you could find me working on my yard, doing home improvements, or hanging with the cool kids in Somerville. Other days I might be on the race track, instructing at a performance driving school or enjoying a drive down the windingest of roads.
I've never been accused of being too serious or too pretentious. I believe that wit and sarcasm are next to godliness and cleanliness is next to impossible.
My singer songwriter alter-ego is making a comeback, much to the joy of my guitar and piano. My cats are still undecided.
I can go from kitchen to garage without missing a step (the blender IS a power tool!), and I can work most appliances without starting a fire or a flood.
I like my wine red and meaty, my meat red and juicy and my juice . well, let's leave juice out of this.
I’ve lived on both coasts since leaving Cleveland in ’96 and my passport is current and it is aching to get more exercise.
I am the person my friends can trust to keep their confidences, be there, understanding and rational, regardless of the time or circumstances, and find something funny in any situation. I can fix almost anything and I have, on occasion, read an instruction manual.