Ian lives the quiet suburban life, but has adventures on the weekends. He's always off hiking or biking or climbing or partying or playing or meeting freaky friends for frisbee friday. It's exhausting just thinking about it. He's an active guy.
Of all the guys I know, he's the most interested in sports. Not just playing them, but actively watching them. He's a big Michigan fan, probably because he used to play trombone for their band. One time, he and his friend "The Hammer" came over to my garage and blared trombone noises at 11PM while I laughed until I cried. I wondered if the neighbors knew it was a trombone, or if they thought whales were mating in a cul-de-sac.
So Ian is a lot of fun to be around, and I'm lucky to call him "neighbor." It was my pleasure to interview him in his carport at the end of a rainy day. We were both tired from a long day at our respective jobs, and the bugs were out. And Ian probably had some healthy food waiting for him, so he kept it short.
SPLOTCH!: What did you have for breakfast?
IAN: Oatmeal, with cinnamon.
SPLOTCH!: Where was your last vacation?
IAN: Uhhhhhhh... We- we went to New York. Long Island.
SPLOTCH!: What's the most amazing thing that's ever happened in your life?
IAN: I got married! [big grin]
SPLOTCH!: Flip-Flops: Yes or no?
IAN: Depends on the occasion. On the right occasion, yes.
SPLOTCH!: What do you laugh at?
IAN: Oh, that's a tough one. Uhhh... Things I find funny. Sarcasm. Dry humor. [pause] Yeah.
I thanked him and let him go back to his evening. He may have had more to say if I hadn't ambushed him as he took out the trash. But life is full of surprises, and he did well.
I think he was wearing flip-flops.