Location : Cleveland, OH
Thank you, Devin, for tagging me. I am not sure how I feel about that. But since you did, here are your answers.
Five Things You Probably Don't Know About Me:
- I am a sucker for teen movies. You know, 10 Things I Hate About You, She's All That, Pretty in Pink, Bring It On, Mean Girls, Fast Times at Ridgemont High, etc. I can't help myself. Every time any one of them are on cable, I am watching. Over and over again. Is it the cliches, the soundtrack, the pain/redemption/revenge, the sappy dialog, I have no idea. I've seen them all. Many times.
- I am an Eagle Scout. There, I said it. One of the pictures in my High School yearbook (the year I was a senior), shows me running a troop meeting. I never really gave it much thought until about 3 years ago. Meeting with a client for the first time, I see that he is very active in a local Boy Scout Council. I made a comment that I was an Eagle Scout. That was all it took to cement a relationship. And now, my nephew is active in Scouting and thinks it is pretty cool that Uncle Gregg is an Eagle Scout. Yeah, I still have my uniform, merit badges and everything. At my Mom's. :-)
- I didn't really participate in anything in high school. College was a different matter. I ran cross country, track (3 mile and 1 mile - best time 4:21), served on a few boards, president of one, was on the college radio station, and was a Resident Assistant. It was a blast. I think that the school, being in Division III, provided me with more chances for participation than larger schools. Easily. If I remember correctly, there were only a couple of people there from my hometown at the same time as I (like 2 others).
- I met my wife in high school. Okay, so I guess that I participated in a few things in high school. Stopped dating sometime in my senior year of high school. Didn't date again until my senior year of college. And now . . . married with children. There may be a little more to the story, but that will have to suffice.
- I actually listened to my fathers advice. While still in high school, my Dad made me learn golf. I hated it - 4 (or more) hours on a golf course, while everyone else was playing tennis. But I did it. I didn't play a lot while in college, but once I was out, and had a 'real job,' I understood why he had me learn golf. That was all that the vendors did, invite you to play. If I hadn't learned, I certainly wouldn't have so many days off with pay nor would I have had met some great friends. Now, every year, Dad and I play a round. I hope that years from now, my kids will want to play with me. Thanks, Dad.
Devin tagged me early in the week, and I had to give this some thought. I figured that I was flying under the radar, and no one would see me.
Let's see if Andy, Esther, and Mike want to come out and play.
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