1) At one time - specifically, back in 1980 - I was considered one of the five best "hah skrewl" (a little Rush lingo, there) tenors in the city of Fort Worth.  I was one of the ones chosen to participate in solo competition down in Austin.  Didn't do too badly, either, though it coulda been better.

2) As much as I love football, you'd think I'd've played organizationally at some point.  And you'd be wrong.  Guys with my build weren't sought out in the schools I attended, not even for the offensive line.  Which was rather curious - because whenever I played a disorganized game of "tackle the man with the football" during recess, no one - and I do mean no one  - ever was able to bring me down.  Period.

3) I'm an accomplished (though not licensed nor commissioned) driving instructor.  In college, I helped an old girlfriend practice for her driving test, taking her to the mall on Sunday mornings and letting her work on turns, parallel parking, backing up and the like in my old Ford Maverick.  I later sold her the Maverick so that I could go buy a car with a manual transmision, which I owned for exactly six hours before one of my Spatulaites wrecked it (no fault of his own).  The girl owned that Maverick for many, many years.

4) In that same vein, I spent my first honeymoon teaching Wife Number One™ how to drive a standard - my old, beat-up 1978 Mustang II.  (What can I say?  It was a four-on-the-floor.)  To this day, Wife Number One™ still  drives a standard transmission, which makes me insufferably pleased with myself.

UPDATE:  Oh, and I also gave LC & Denizen Alan K. Henderson instruction in the fine art of the manual transmission.  Sadly, he chose instead to waste his money on an automatic.

5) I've only been rip-roaringly bombed-off-my-ass drunk once in my life - after a $.25 beer bash at a hotspot in Fort Worth about 25 years ago.  (I've been tipsy a couple other times, but not to this extent.)  It was a mile-and-a-half to my house, and I didn't so much as blink the entire way, for fear I'd wreck.

Once home, I rather loudly (though it didn't seem that way to me at the time) stumbled up the stairs and fell into bed.  Ninety seconds later, I tried to make it across the hall to the porcelain temple.

I was about five seconds late.

Two days later, Herr Stepfather informed me in no uncertain terms that if I did that again, I would be thrown out of the house.  Needless to say, I've been sober since then.

6) I hate tagging people, and I don't have six people to tag, though I'm tempted to get back at Chris Muir and Frank for never having blogrolled me.  But, seeing as they might say, "Lord who?", I'll settle for these guys:

The SpatulaGoddess (hey don't give me that look - I owed you one, remember?)

LC & Denizen Deathknyte (I figure he's too busy/broke to make it down here to kill me )

Feel free, guys. 

Update the 2nd:  Oh, yeah - you're it too, Alan. (grin)