I’m a middle-America guy. I like cheap beer, baseball and football, Denzel Washington movies, and McDonald’s hamburgers (regular burger, not a Big Mac).
I believe global warming isn’t a hoax and I’m pretty sure Elvis is actually dead.
I exercise a lot and am in an ongoing war against the Doughboy shape that marched in with too many donuts and Snickers, as well as those McDonald’s hamburgers. Woeful as it may be, I limit those McDonald’s burgers, Snickers, and donuts to the rare, rare, infrequent occasions when taste buds rule. Same, unfortunately, with the cheap beer. When my wife and I live in Missouri during the winter months, we meet weekly at a Taco Tuesday Night with a group of gray hairs from my high school days, this at a pub that serves $1 tacos and cheap beer, and my limit is usually two brews, this generally my limit for an entire week. Oh, whatever happened to those good ol’ days of beer-swilling?
I enjoy novels by James Patterson, Clive Cussler, John Sandford, and the writing duo of Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child. Don’t tell anyone this secret, but I’m also a fan of Nora Roberts and Heather Graham (I keep this quiet so my man’s man-image won’t get tarnished. Right?)
I don’t write sensationalism or about conspiracy theories—um, well, except for that blog about Dracula taking over Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton (see my blog of Nov. 2, 2016).
I like the Big Bang Theory, The View, Supernatural, Dancing With the Stars, Brian Williams’ 11th Hour news show on MSNBC, and the CBS Sunday Morning news-feature program with anchor Jane Pauley. I like Jane, but I really miss Charlie Osgood and Charles Karult. I enjoy the way Rachel Maddow interprets the news during her evening program on MSNBC. Anderson Cooper of CNN is great, too. Just to keep a perspective on how many Americans think, I even watch Fox News at times, until I get the inevitable urge to throw a beer bottle (empty, of course) against the television screen.
I no longer subscribe to print newspapers. I get their news online, mostly through paid subscriptions. Yes, yes, I’m helping to kill the print news industry, even though I still enjoy the feel of newspaper ink smudged on my fingers. When I started as a reporter in newspapers, back in the age of dinosaurs, we used upright typewriters. You gotta stay up with the times, though. Computers rule these days.
I don’t write about religion, although I’m sure there’s a God, regardless of the fact that He has yet to consult with me on anything.
I’m married to Patty, just married in October 2016, as a matter of fact. We met in junior high school. To give you a little historical perspective, our meeting occurred in the same year JFK was assassinated. We each have grown children. Our spouses passed away from cancer. I hadn’t talked to Patty for almost a half-century when she mailed me a greetings card. We corresponded by mail for a half-year, then met in person, and, well, golly, and here we are…
We live part of the year in a northern Colorado mountain hamlet (Poudre Park) along the Cache la Poudre River, on land that has been in my family since 1929. The rest of the year we live in our hometown of Independence, Mo. I like Colorado in the summer—only a few mosquitoes at our place. I saw two mosquitoes last summer, one the summer before. In Missouri, you risk being carried off by mosquitoes if you sit outside at night. I like Independence, too. It’s a special kind of community full of history (trailhead for the Santa Fe, California, Oregon, and Morman trails; plenty of things about the Civil War and after (think Jesse James and Cole Younger); and Harry Truman’s home and library)—all in all, you can’t spit in Independence without hitting some sort of historical marker.
I spent the first half of my career writing for newspapers like the Kansas City Star and a city magazine (now out of business) in Denver. During five years of my life, I owned two taverns in Fort Collin, Colo., a wild, crazy experience I’d not recommend to anyone. The last half of my career I stumbled into the Dark Side—as newspaper people like to call it—and worked in public relations at Colorado State University and then University of Colorado Health system, where I retired in 2014.
Ah, retirement. Every night is Friday night, every morning is Saturday morning. And time to write what and when I like.
I write two other blogs:
Writers With No Borders—I’m one of three founders of this blog site for writers from around the U.S. who are concerned about what’s happening in America. Topics are far-ranging, but most often involve politics. I edit and layout the articles and write occasionally.
poudreriver.org, about life and history along the Poudre River. There are stories aplenty.
And just what do I like to write about in GaryKimsey.com, this blog of American Adventures & Misadventures?
Quirky history. Darling Americans. Stupid and smart things done in our country. My take on movies, novels and writings by others. Tips on how to live life like I think it’s supposed to be. And other bangles, bling, and stuff. America is a jigsaw puzzle with a lot of interestingly shaped pieces.
A warning to unaware souls: I especially like to write about the Lewis and Clark Expedition. When I was 23, way back when, in 1973, four hardy friends and I spent six months retracing the Lewis & Clark Trail by backpack, canoe, foot, sweat, joy, and amazement. I’ve given many slideshow presentations about the expedition since then and I usually read something about Lewis and Clark every day. Those two critters seem to be always nudging their way into my thoughts.
Please contact me if you have questions, comments or blog ideas: firstname.lastname@example.org or 970.689.2512.
Keep healthy and enjoy life,