I’ve been told many times in my life that I look like John McEnroe, but you cannot be serious.

I used to get sent to my room to write stories. As punishment. And I was bad a lot.

Camp taught me how to make a Tepee, dance at a Pow-wow, get to second base with a girl, and keep a canoe from tipping.

I used to have a girl’s name, so I changed it to Steve Austin aka The Six Million Dollar Man. Almost.