In a bar in a bowling alley

Here's the lean and skinny on me.

My hair's kind of long, my legs are kind of short. The hair's still Dirty-blond, real dark dirty-blond, but, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Married? Hell yes. 31 years. It seems no matter what I do, she won't throw me out or leave me.

Children? Two wonderful girls. Thanks mostly to the aforementioned wife, Cathy. I look at her in awe and wonder how anyone can be that great a mother. My parenting skills consist mostly of nodding a lot and trying to look smart like Ward Cleaver. "Dear, I don't know why so many boys keep calling for the Beaver".
The oldest, Rachel, recently finished her Freshman year of college having made the Dean's List twice. She's majoring in Pre-Med Biology. She excells at bowling and has recently rolled her 1st 300 game.
The youngest is Melanie. She completed 7th grade having achived Highest Honors in 3 of 4 marking periods. The time she "only" made High Honors was because she got an 89 in 8th grade geometry (well, now she has something to think about while grounded this summer). She's a natural athlete who excels at Basketball, Bowling and Softball. And,like her sister, she's a well mannered, polite, good kid.
I keep asking their mother who their real father is.

We live and I work in New Milford,CT. I've operated my own business for 26 years now. I manufacture pallets and shipping crates for local industries. That's great once you realize you can never take a sick day and vacations consist of hoping that the 4th of July falls on a Tuesday or a Thursday so you can steal that extra day off around the week-end.
This year I took a part-time night job, running the desk 3 nights a week, at the local bowling alley. I'm trying to convince myself that sleep is a highly over-rated commodity.

I like bowling, billiards, baseball(Mets),my bike, beer and (seeing as I seem to be stuck on the letter B) there's that certain part of the female anatomy.

I coach USBC Junior League Bowlers as a level 2 coach on Saturday mornings during the season.
I teach both boys and girls, in the neighborhood of 8 -13 years old. I like working with them when they're young and new to the game. I think I'm pretty good at it. So far I've been able to keep any of them from getting better than me. I'd really like to be able to make the little knot heads do push-ups every time they miss a spare but my bosses won't allow it. That's pretty much the only down side to the whole gig.

I quit smoking in 1986. I like smokers and I intend to start again someday.

I swear to God, this is true: I got carded buying beer at Shea Stadium last year (August 2007). I was about to climb over the counter and plant a big, juicy, wet one right on that sista's lips when she put my beer down in front of me. And then my mind kind of wandered off.....

I don't owe any back taxes.

Sure getting old kinda sucks. But it's my considered opinion that aging is a whole hell of a lot more attractive than the alternative.

Isn't amazing how, after 37 years, someone can step back into your life and then bore the shit out of you?

Well, I promised Jeff in a nutshell and now I'm through.

Jeff

We had so much room in the new High School that I was able to appropriate a rather large, empty cabinet, in the Art Room, as my "apartment".
I would cut class, tell Lynn Messner or Steve Gunn, I was not to be disturbed, crawl in, and nap. Man, did it get hot in there!
The looks on the underclassmens' faces, when I rolled out yawning, in the middle of their lessons, was priceless though.

Bowling and beer

Except for my Thursday-night team, most everyone I bowl with is pretty interesting.

I was in a Duck Pin bowling alley once.