What is your idea of perfect happiness?
A sunny day, good food, and being with people I love and feel comfortable with (family). Oh, maybe with an old car, preferably a mid 60s to early 70s Pontiac Catalina, Grand Prix or GTO.
What is your greatest fear?
The crazies, which there seems to be no shortage of anymore.
Which historical figure do you most identify with?
The Unsinkable Molly Brown, (Maggie Tobin Brown).
Which living person do you most admire?
Anybody who is true to who they are and is using their gifts.
What traits you deplore most in yourself?
Smart aleck, immaturity, occasional cynicism.
What traits you most deplore in others?
Disloyalty, self-absorption and pretention.
What do you consider the most overrated virtue?
Coloring inside the lines.
When and where were you happiest?
What do you dislike most about your appearance?
Short legs, overt signs of age.
Which living person do you most despise?
Anyone who wastes time with gossip and passing judgement on others, nodding their heads and not rowing the boat.
Which words or phrases do you most overuse?
Dude, cool, swear words
What do you consider your greatest acheivement?
Being able to live this long and still have a shred of sanity & sense of humor.
On what occasions do you lie?
To keep from hurting someones feelings, usually about food.
Which talent would you most like to have?
Singing opera or time travel.
What is your current state of mind?
Serene agitation and hyped mellowness.
If you were to die and come back as a person or thing, what do you think it would be?
My dog. He is spoiled rotten and laid back as ever.
What is your most treasured possession?
Resourcefulness –if it’s a possession.
What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?
Ten years ago not being able to pay our bills and living a rather unfulfilled life not using my gifts.
What is your most marked characteristic?
Resilience and perpetual motion.
What do you value most in your friends?
Loyalty and tolerance.
Who are your favorite writers?
Hitchens, Vonnegut, Cornel West, Thich Nhat Hanh and a list that’s super long.
Who is your favorite hero of fiction?
Hermoine Granger: smarty-pants, mildly obnoxious, not a princess, kicks ass, slightly insecure…I could hang with her.
How would you like to die?
With people I love, something delicious to eat, and laughing so incredibly hard at something that I keel over.
What is your motto?
“Excrement presents itself”