When I was a kid growing up in rural Warren County, there wasn’t much to do. We were always in the woods building something—forts, tree houses etc… For the most part, there was no supervision at all since our parents worked. We decided to build a bridge over a creek that we rode our bikes through. I don’t think I was older than 8 or 9 at the time. Anyway, we worked on this thing for a couple of days moving some pretty large stones into place. When we were done, the bridge was awesome; it was really well built, wide enough for two bikes to pass, a true engineering marvel. Except for one small detail: the water wasn’t flowing under the bridge so we had really built an impressive dam. The knock on the door at about 9:00 that night wasn’t good. It was my friends and their dads. The creek had turned into a decent size pond with a conveniently located horse barn in the middle. Farmers always seem gentle and nice in movies, but they’re not. Especially when their barn full of horses has been flooded by a bunch of kids. The moral of the story as far I was concerned: Don’t be stupid enough to build your barn in a flood plain. Seems obvious.
I come from a blue-collar family; I’m actually the first male in my family to go to college. The only thing I heard growing up was, “Learn a trade and you will always have work.” In fact I was briefly a bricklayer—not for me. I knew I wanted to get a business degree but wasn’t sure in what. At the time I didn’t realize it, but IT is very similar to a trade, so I am sure that is why I made that choice. Fortunately for me my first job was building a new customer point of sale system for a bank. Going out into the branches, talking with the staff to understand their problems, creating solutions, and then selling those solutions back to an investment committee put me on the path that was best suited for me.
Growing up in a rural area, the one thing we had was plenty of roads with little traffic. Plus if I wanted to see my friends I had to ride several miles. Now I find getting on my bike and riding is just a great mental release; I usually ride alone and just focus on the road ahead. I live near the Little Miami bike trail and can ride from March into November, and it’s something that age hasn’t limited for me.
As a goal, sometime near the end of summer I want to do a ride from Loveland to Yellow Springs. If you haven’t been to Yellow Springs, it’s like Berkeley in the Midwest. It’s a total hippie fest and I love it. The goal is to ride up, and just hang out in town and enjoy the atmosphere. Anyone who is looking to take a long ride (about 68 miles), let me know. Should be a blast.
No doubt the day begins on my bike. Afterwards I’d head downtown for lunch, and then spend the afternoon either at Great American Ballpark or Nippert Stadium to catch the Reds or Bearcats. I’d wrap up the night around the fire pit with friends and neighbors.
Cookies, home baked. I’ll eat an occasional brownie, but it’s not a big deal. Keep the cake. If there is such a thing as being addicted to a cookie, then I am. Oatmeal raisin or sugar cookies are the best. As far as my disdain for cake, it’s nothing personal. I just don’t like it.
Tuscany—I could get lost on the trains traveling all over Italy and checking out villages, sampling the food and wine, seeing the architecture and exploring.
I love to grill trout with roasted veggies.
“You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”
–Inigo Montoya, The Princess Bride
Just makes me laugh every time I hear it.