I have ALWAYS been an out-of-the-box type of guy. I do not let stereotypes dictate how I live my life. For example, in 1985, my best friend Sean and I joined Sandusky High School Ski Club. He and I were the ONLY two African Americans kids in the club.
The year was 1979. I was ten years old and full of spunk. I had a love for BMX bikes, skateboards, baseball, and all things outdoor-related.
I haven’t shared any of this with TJ yet, but I’ma set some goals from now until the end of the year. That’s 89 days from now.
You ever wear a hoodie? Yeah, me too. I love them! And I can wear them without fear of any issues. Not true for TJ.
People don’t generally question my actions when I am minding my own business, going about my day. Read more about the mundane things I do…
In wood working, it rarely goes as planned. It’s rarely straight-forward. The flub can sometimes be fixed, but often we need to scrap it and start completely over. This is a story about a flub that flopped.
TJ and I are an interracial couple. On the surface, he is black and I am white. But the cultural part beyond race is much more fascinating.
