At one time or another, I’ve been a bureaucrat, bassist, photographer, writer, bus driver, usher, drummer, secretary, disc jockey (AM C&W station), book scout, cemetery researcher, roadie, book dealer, yard-saler . . . and I’ve probably forgotten a few things more. By temperament I’m a Meyers-Briggs ISTJ.
I have an atavistic fondness for old technologies, including clocks you have to wind yourself, steam trains, typewriters, and Aladdin kerosene lamps. I amuse myself by reading mysteries, mainstream fiction, some fantasy, and occasionally biography and history; I collect Texana and cookbooks. I’m devoted to listening to Celtic music and old-time music. I live in the central city in a neighborhood of old houses, since the idea of residing in suburbia leaves me completely cold.
I’m a yellow-dog Roosevelt Democrat, and one of the youngest of that now-rare breed still in captivity, but I absolutely REFUSE to debate or argue about politics. At all. Ever. It’s bad manners to argue.
