Joe M
I was born in the Carolinas where the McCullough¹s have made their home for centuries. They farmed the land. They got involved in local politics, and they put on the grey to fight for the Confederacy. There is a slave graveyard next to the family graveyard. Apparently, we McCullough¹s are descended from the same bunch that ran amuck up in Scotland from their base at Cardoness Castle.
But now I¹ve become the wandering son and brought my southern-drawl to Britain. Although I¹m a bit of an outsider looking in, I have quickly come to love this island. I love the history and the culture, the people and the places. I love the multitude of slightly eccentric hobbies that here are considered commonplace. I have become a collector of so many different things, that I have become a collector of hobbies. I have a Victorian writing desk where I keep ancient coins, old buttons, fossilized shark¹s teeth and a scribbled copy of my family tree. Hand-painted miniature soldiers guard my crowded bookshelves. I have a list of battlefields and castles that I need to visit.
Although life with only one book is nearly inconceivable, if forced, I would pick the biggest collection of the writings of Robert Louis Stevenson that I could find. Rarely has such wit, imagination and observation been found in one individual. However, when trapped in elevators, I have found it wise to carry a copy of Old Board Games in my pocket.