Hi gang. Every time I see my picture in this esteemed magazine, I feel "respectable." In other words, boring and conservative (yes, and old). I just wanted to share a picture from a few years ago of me and my dance instructor. (Yes, I ballroom dance, too...what talent!) The routine was a combination of dances in "Paradise by the Dashboard Light" by Meatloaf. [For those of you who dance, the song contains Swing, Hustle, West Coast Swing, and Cha-Cha, all at an increased pace than you would find at a ballroom.] The young lady is wearing her "outfit" that she made and I am in a (very sweaty) leather jacket...try dancing at that pace for two minutes in leather and see what I mean. None of this has anything to do with drugs (really!), but may help explain why I am not always a "company man."