I can't whistle, I won't smile, and I don't like fire. I miss snow days and summer camp. I step on all the cracks in the sidewalk.

I went to college 3000 miles away from home. I didn't leave with a degree, but learned more about life in those years than I would have anywhere else. Everyone from the frail boss to the ex-girlfriends to the alcoholic mechanic to the man selling bootleg t-shirts in the hallway taught me valuable life lessons. I could never live in LA, but have no regrets about learning there for a few years.

One day, after winning the lottery, I'd like to own a small restaurant of my own, like an ice cream stand or a luncheonette. It's what I've been good at my whole working life, and I've never been happy when I left it.

I'm a country boy who moved back to his childhood haunt of Sullivan County, NY. I saw the big world, found it to be scary and creepy, and I'm happy to live with the bear and deer. (Both are tasty, marinated in red wine, with a side of mashed potatoes.)