Ah yes, the old ‘who am I’ question. Isn’t that something we ask and try to answer for ourselves on an almost daily basis? Does anyone really care to know the sordid details of my checkered past? Or is it enough to say that while I actually was a member of the Boy Scouts of America, I was not always a Boy Scout if you get my drift! And while my past may have been the path I followed to get where I am, at what point does it cease to define who I am today?
Maybe, I should include some links down the side of the page here calling out my favorite movies, authors and musicians. I think I will have to have an entire page dedicated to cycling. It certainly plays a big enough role in my life to warrant it. I don’t think I need to go into the whole what I do for a living (IT dork for fortune 500), but maybe people would be more interested to know that I got my degree in Fine Art from Arizona State. Do people care that I have spent many years studying French and have a wonderful accent and horrific grammar. I doubt it. But they may be interested to know that I met my wife at a French immersion summer camp when we were 15. Or that we didn’t see each other for another 13 years after that. Even stranger, I met one of my best friends at camp that summer. Only later learning that his father had been one my Mom’s French professors while she was at University. I should also mention that my friend also met his wife (during a subsequent summer) at the same camp. Perhaps there is something in the water there…
These things say something about me, but I don’t know what. I will need to continue to ponder whether this if this is an accurate enough presentation of myself (to whom I do not know).