The “25 Random Things About Me” craze is something I long avoided.
For one thing, it’s a lot of work. For another, it’s tricky. One’s list should be interesting and informative in revealing the inner you, and at the same time, should present you in a flattering light. If it exposes your villainous underbelly, why do it?
But the concept was out there, hovering above my consciousness, whispering to me from time to time. Finally, I made a few tentative notes. And a few more. I told myself that if the list ever reached 25, and I could resist the urge to edit it for at least a few days, I would run with it.
Here‘s my list.
1. I live in fear of finding typos in my work.
2. I adore music. Music is one of the delights of my life. Unfortunately, this is a solitary thing, not easily shared with others. And ironically, I possess not the slightest trace of musical talent.
3. I have a tumbleweed in my living room.
4. I am an obsessive collector. I have collections of Native American arts and crafts, North Georgia folk pottery, German beer glasses, bar coasters, bottle caps, DVD movies, classic sci-fi novels, suncatchers, matchbooks, refrigerator magnets, and little ceramic bulldogs.
5. In the last 19 years, I have been to Grand Canyon 22 times.
6. I climbed Mt. Fuji when I was eight.
7. I have the license plate from every car I ever owned, plus several plates from family vehicles when I was growing up. (Another collection.)
8. I cry easily. I didn’t have this trait as a kid or a young adult.
9. For years, I have brought home a souvenir from every hike (a stick, pebble, feather) and placed it in a glass container in my living room. The container is the size of a hatbox and nearly full. When I retired, I started over with a second container. (Another collection.)
10. I believe that most dogs are better people than most people.
11. My parents nicknamed me “Rocky” before I was born.
12. As I’ve grown older, I have become progressively (pun intended) more liberal in my views. I’m pleased about that. Most old white guys become more conservative. And more intolerant. And crankier.
13. I loathe reality TV shows. I actively avoid them. I did watch Most Extreme Elimination Challenge a few years back, but that was only borderline reality.
14. I don’t like TV sitcoms. Maybe it’s the canned laughter.
15. The only TV programs I watch faithfully are The Newshour on PBS and The Rachel Maddow Show on MSNBC. Rachel is my hero.
16. In high school, I picked out a dime from the year I was born (1943), cut a notch next to the R in LIBERTY (R for Rocky, of course), drilled a hole through Winged Liberty‘s head, and put the coin on my keychain. It’s still there.
17. I was born left-handed; however, when I was little, they forced all kids to write right-handed. As a result, I bat left and throw left, but I still write right-handed.
18. I am a self-taught typist.
19. In the 1950s, my North Georgia grandmother took home a bunch of liriope from the yard of my South Georgia grandmother. Later, some of that liriope was transplanted to my mother’s house in Suwanee; then to my mother’s house in Lawrenceville; then to my house in Lawrenceville; then to my house in Monroe; and then to my house in Jefferson, where it thrives today.
20. I buy t-shirts as trip souvenirs. At the moment, I have about 50. (Another collection.)
21. My favorite saying is, “Nobody matures emotionally beyond high school.”
22. On the walls of my house are, as of this date, 89 dry-mounted photographs, ranging in size from 8×10 to 30×40. Also sitting around are 71 framed photos, mostly 5×7 and 8×10. About 90 percent were taken by me.
23. I rarely read one book at a time. I usually have several going at once.
24. My dog Paco also answers to Bubba and Dillweed.
25. I prefer a percolator.