Funny, but it wouldn’t ever have occurred to me to use “The Real” in front of my name, but a Facebook friend suggested it and I really liked the sound of it (Thanks, Debby!).
Why’m I blogging? Let me start by saying I’m not really even sure that I am blogging. I’m trying it on for size. If you’re looking for wisdom or vast knowledge or quirky insights or the like, I must say I’m no Andy Rooney. I love to tell stories about things that have happened to me in my life, and most of my favorite stories are not amazing things like seeing a ghost (although I’m pretty sure I have) or talking to trees (they really don’t have much to say anyway) or presidential aspirations (not only did I inhale, I went on to imagine my legs belonged to someone else and treated them, I fear, VERY badly for an entire evening), but about fairly mundane things. I find people’s mundane stories are what give me the best idea about what kind of person they are, don’t you?
I’m a husband and father (at the SAME TIME!!), a federal employee (positions, not jobs, right Raleigh?), bowler, reader, semi-pro artistic endeavor appreciator (visual art, tactile art, aural art, I love it all), and, as you’ll see in the coming months, frustrated writer. I used to think there was a book in me, but it turns out that was just gas, as my mom would say. No, at this point in my life, I’m supposed to have moved on from high school English teacher to English/American Literature Professor and have at least a dozen HUGE bestselling novels written, but that’s not how things played out. Not complaining, though — I have a life that many people would really envy and many people that love me. Still wouldn’t mind Mr. King’s body of work and bankroll being mine, though. Damn guy got ALL the good ideas. 
Enjoy my blog. Or don’t. I’m really only doing this for me, and because if I had a dollar for every time someone told me, “Hey, you should write that down!”, I’d have at least a dollar.
Did I mention I have no ears?
