Hi, I’m Adam. I live in a suburb of Philadelphia, though it’s never felt like home.
I have spent 24 happy years as a member of my bustling family. We appreciate each others company, Dad’s famous penuchi fudge, all New England sports teams, time travel theory, Disney World, Battlestar Galactica, and tips. We don’t appreciate The Black Eyed Peas, anything M. Night Shyamalan has done since “Signs,” people who say YOLO or irregardless, salt and vinegar chips, or totalitarian government.
My wife Jackie and I have been married for 4 wonderful years. We have one beautiful child, and another child as well. I’m kidding, neither of them are anything to write home about.
I can sing every Disney song ever written. No, really.
I love to golf. I once struck a goose with an errant tee shot, breaking its leg. It haunts me to this day. I have had someone else’s errant tee shot strike me in the calf. And here you thought karma was just Eastern malarky.
I don’t care for “The Godfather.”
I’m a very extroverted introvert.
I won a 3rd-4th grade free throw shooting contest. It was never in doubt.
The one person I ever punched was George McDaniel’s friend in Sunday School, when I first met him. I wasn’t being mean, it just felt natural to punch him in the stomach for some reason. The kid was really cool about it, and apparently got where I was coming from.
I also have a blog.
Note: If upon reading about me you feel weak in the knees, do not be alarmed. That is a totally natural reaction.