I've been married once and divorced long enough that I don't even remember where the baggage was packed and stowed. Apart from my loyal sidekick, Ben, I have no dependants.

Determined monogamist. Until we went our separate ways 2 years ago, I was with the same woman for 12 years.

My friends regularly remind me that I march to a different drummer. I think that's about right. Particularly comforting is the thought of great (quirky) drummers in the various garage bands I've played in and continue to enjoy.

I'm a loyal and giving friend. Friendship: The “giving” part has to be more than lip service.

Certified non-player (references available).

I'm leery of the personal qualities shopping list because, let's face it, who doesn't think they have a great sense of humour? If you're laughing, I'm funny. It's always a matter of someone else's perspective. I just try to keep it genuine and authentic.

I have a hard time telling you something for the sole reason you want to hear it when it's at the expense of the truth. I'm not clingy, jealous or controlling.

My idea of a GREAT place to eat is one where the food experience transends the quality of the surroundings (i.e. The Range Road Diner - Meaford; Bitondo's Bakery - Toronto; Bubba's Smokehouse - Birmingham, Alabama).


What sort of person am I drawn to? Someone:

Who likes animals;
Who has their own identity and strongly held opinions and beliefs;
Who is unpretentious and leans toward the informal;
Who enjoys the outdoors and outdoor activities;
Who is reasonably fit;

Miscellaneous

I’m a music nut. (I hope you don't need absolute quiet in the car, at home and at the cottage all the time.)

Prized possessions: Ben (don’t tell him I called him a “possession”); ’90 Miata; Sue Allison water colour; ‘95-’96 Owen Sound Puffer Hockey League. trophy as Most Improved Player (I had the longest way to go); Gold Tone Paul Beard Dobro.

Irrational weakness: Like Imelda Marcos with shoes and Liz Taylor with diamonds, I don't think anyone can have too many guitars. Like Warren Buffet's jet, the "Great Indefensible", totally unrationalizable, but irresistible.

I´m a beach creature. If I could live in cut-offs and sneakers year-round, I would. If I was a vehicle advertised for sale it would go something like this:

Early vintage pick-up; no rust; original paint, body panels and mechanicals; high mileage (mostly highway), but well-maintained drivetrain; reliable starting and will get you where you’re going; equipped with dog. Virtually maintenance-free. Best offer takes it.

(Partial) lyrics to a Clint Black song I heard recently. They were probably written with us I-daters in mind:

"Communications are down
All over town
People trying to get through
Some will never get an answer...."

We could browse the World's Biggest Book Store; then HMV; then head over to Bitondo's Bakery for Italian sandwiches and Brio. Later? Some place with live music.

Something else? What the heck, you sit around sip some wine; I'll whip up something on the barbeque.