Just in case you're interested I'm going to share some "wierd" or "strange" things about me. Maybe you don't even care. Oh well...
Here goes anyway:
1. Holding a ...hot... coffee cup is therapeutic for me. I take my coffee black. When asked at Tim Horton's if I want it "double cupped" I emphatically answer "NO THANKS". The heat, even in the summer, takes away stress. Wierd?
2. When listening to my Southern Gospel CD's I'm listening to the piano or keyboard player first and foremost. NOTHING excites this ol' guy more than excellent pianists. I can detect, I'm sure, some runs and progressions in a song that most people would be completely unaware of. I could listen to Gerald Wolfe play all night. Lari Goss is one of my favorites. So is Stan Whitmire. Then there's my friend and neighbor, John Dinnick. There WILL be pianos in heaven.
3. Some of the greatest sounds and smells I've ever experienced were in the garage area at a NASCAR track. I've participated in chapel services conducted by Motor Racing Outreach (MRO) where the speakers and singers had to outduel the cars which were being prepared for the race. I love that sound! There's nothing like the sound of 43 stock cars barreling down the straightaway at the first of a race with several jet fighters flying overhead. The smell of gas, fumes and burning rubber at the track should be packaged somehow. I'd buy NASCAR cologne.
4. A hardcover book is like a person to me. I study the binding, the font of the title on the spine, the color of the paper, even the smell of the book. Taking a book on the commuter train to the ballpark is like having a traveling companion who rides free. Books have a personality. They have a story behind them that goes far beyond the actual story told in their pages. I have a stack of reading material beside my bed. Each night I read parts of several books. When the pile gets too high, my wife Carol takes 8-10 of them down to my basement office and then I start another pile. I'm a hopeless, helpless bibliophile. Got any books you need to get rid of? How can you do it? Books are people you know.
5. Before going to bed I go outside to call our cats, Willow and Smokey. I end up staring into the starry sky, transfixed by the beauty of God's handiwork. We live in the country so the vast expanse of the heavens is easily visible to us. The little game I play is counting the number of seconds before I see a jet plane flying overhead. I can't recall going past 30 seconds. Seems like there are always planes flying over the Fisher household.
6. I never tire of eating Swiss Chalet barbecued chicken. I'm sure I could eat there every evening. My menu selection never changes. It's always a quarter chicken dinner with white meat and fries. My appetizer is always a house salad with the house dressing. After downing my salad, I eat the fries first and then the chicken. Yes, I'm in a rut but it's a good rut.