February 26, 2009

Useless stuff about me

I saw this post from Shirley, and also at Brian's, so since I'm in a lazy blogging mood I figured I'd do same -- since no one demanded it.

* My parents are quite young. They were 19 (mom) and 21 (dad) when I was born. They're currently both quite healthy and doing well.

* I just recently got an I-Pod. It was actually my daughter's; I "acquired" it after we got her the latest model for Christmas. Most of the songs I've put in it thus far have Spanish lyrics.

* I won a spelling bee in 6th grade by correctly spelling the word "grotesque." The credit goes to Marvel Comics -- I remembered it from a character called the Grotesque Glob, an enemy of the Hulk.

* I don't much like blondes. I much more prefer dark-haired, dark-eyed women.

* I once ran a quarter mile (400 meters) in under 50 seconds. (The world record, FWIW, is 43.18 by the US's Michael Johnson.)

* I worked as a waiter, bartender, soft drink pack-out guy, and bank credit card collector before getting my teaching gig.

* My favorite "hard" drink is a gin gimlet on the rocks.

* My favorite pizza is with pepperoni and sweet peppers.

* I was about an angstrom's width away from joining the Navy after college. I ultimately decided against it because my vision really sucked (and still sucks). How's that relevant? I wanted to fly.

* Speaking of the Navy, my maternal grandfather flew a Corsair off the carrier Roosevelt.

* My first ride in a plane was on a flight to Europe. We stopped in Iceland en route. That was cool.

* And speaking even more of flying, I once got into a bit of trouble as a teenager while in a Cesna. When the pilot (a friend of mine) and I arrived at Wilmington Airport, there were two police helicopters waiting for us at the end of the runway.

* My fave vegetable is either lima beans or broccoli. My fave fruit is bananas.

* I love many traditional Latin rhythms -- salsa, merengue, bachata -- but can't dance to them worth a freakin' darn.

* I think Trevor Rabin is the greatest guitar player I've ever seen play.

* I've lived in Delaware my entire freakin' life.

Posted by Hube at February 26, 2009 04:03 PM | TrackBack

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"And speaking even more of flying, I once got into a bit of trouble as a teenager while in a Cesna. When the pilot (a friend of mine) and I arrived at Wilmington Airport, there were two police helicopters waiting for us at the end of the runway."

I think this demands more details.

Posted by: Paul Smith at February 26, 2009 04:18 PM

I was thinking the exact same thing, Paul !

Posted by: Shirley at February 26, 2009 06:04 PM

Do tell, Hube.

Posted by: Rhymes With Right at February 26, 2009 08:44 PM

Yeah, I remember you alluding to something about this months ago. I think it's time you come clean with us, Hube!! LOL

Posted by: Mike Matthews at February 26, 2009 09:11 PM

Now dis Hube character, he's up in a blimp or a hang glider, or a derigible (sp), or a kite showing no respect as a graduating member of our...!

Posted by: cardinals fan at February 26, 2009 09:39 PM

OK, OK ....

cardinals fan (an old buddy of mine) is alluding to it cryptically. When I was 19, me and a buddy (who ended up going to the Air Force and flew 30+ missions in the first Gulf War) rented a Cesna at Wilm. airport and flew to our alma mater's graduation ceremony that year. We "buzzed" it numerous times, and dropped a few tennis balls onto the football field where the grads were to be seated. One of the administrators (obviously) contacted the police and the cops had the airport track us from there. Upon our arrival back at Wilm. airport, there were two police copters waiting for us.

Needless to say, I was crapping my pants. We denied everything to the cops; however, we fessed up to the owner of the rental place. There were only potential charges that could have been filed against us -- if anyone bothered to file them. Nevertheless, we eventually had our rights read to us (formality), and my bud voluntarily surrendered his pilot's license for a period of 60 days.

The funny thing about this whole deal is that it was picked up by the AP wire. It was reported all across the country. Our local Philly affiliates dramatically reported it as "Former [insert school name] graduates return to their alma mater ... WITH A VENGEANCE!" It was way over the top, needless to say. The school's principal was very cool -- he told us had he known it was us, he wouldn't have been worried (we did just graduate the previous year, after all). But, since he didn't, he said, he was worried it was some disgruntled students he had kicked out of school or something!

Posted by: Hube at February 27, 2009 08:00 AM