Secret Life of Joe
Welcome to my secret page. Eventually there will be some cool stuff here, but for now, hidden facts about me.
I have had three lives. One as a child, (some would argue this continues to this day). One as husband to Margot. One as a husband to The-Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World, and parent to two amazing boys. Joe 3.0. I have known great happiness and terrible sadness. But those experiences, good or bad have shaped me and will continue to shape me.
I am a meat eater, not a vegetarian.
I prefer Tim Hortons over Starbucks.
I prefer dogs instead of cats. (not due in a small part because I’m allergic to cats).
I like history. And donuts. So you have to know I LOVE the history of donuts.
I love books. I love reading them, writing them and looking at them (I even like sniffing them, but don’t tell anyone).
I’m prefer brunettes over blonds or red-heads, (and, yes, I totally have a thing for beautiful, blue-eyed woman with dark hair).
If I could do anything, I would write. In fact, that’s what I do.
I’m not a car guy, but I like Mustangs over Ferraris (I loved the mustang from the moment I saw 1968’s Bullitt with legendary cool guy, Steve McQueen).
When I was young, I wanted to grow up to be Steve McQueen. Instead, I grew up to be more like Mater (from cars).
I prefer tanks over cars. (God knows how I picked this one up.)
Favourite book–no idea, but I’ll post a top 10.
Favourite movie–again, impossible, but I have a top 10. I did argue in at a fancy-schmancy script-writer’s party that Lord of the Rings beat Battleship Potemkin as the greatest movie of all time.
I drink wine over beer. Bourbon over scotch (this is something most of my family will kill me for.) Coke over Pepsi.
I cry at movies. It embarrasses my boys.
I laugh at inappropriate times (never slip on ice or I’ll laugh before I help).
I struggle with depression. It’s like when my first wife, Margot, died, something broke inside of me that I’ve been unable to repair. For the most part I go skating on the thin ice of modern life but sometimes I fall into the dark waters.
I do totally have a favourite album. Pink Floyd. The Wall.
I know I totally should tell them but every time I try to say something deep and meanful and heartfelt like, “I love you, man,” it comes out like “hey, did you see Infinity Wars? What a great movie.”
I am not Scottish, but Scandahovian or something like that.