Jon Konrath

I went on my 33rd birthday, in Las Vegas. 15k’ tandem. I got it videotaped, too.

I was not scared at all until we were actually at the door of the plane and I was looking out. Then, every atom of my body did not want to go out the door. Also, I really thought I would lean forward too far or something and catch the instructor off-guard and pull us both out of the plane the wrong way. But in the end, I just trusted the instructor, and away we went.

I wasn’t into the freefall as much, because it was cold as hell (this was in January). I really liked it once we had a canopy and I could see the Hoover Dam and Lake Mead and all of the hills and mountains. Excellent!

Not sure I would do it again, but I am glad I did it once!

When I was a kid in rural Indiana, the only people that had tattoos were ex-convicts or ex-Navy. At some point when I was in college, everyone in the world decided to get one, to be unique. Now I think I’m the unique one, because I don’t have any. And the only other people I know who don’t have any are Mennonites and Amish.

I’ve worn glasses since the first grade. I finally scraped up the cash and went to a doctor in December, after a lot of research. I did all of the tests, and it turns out my corneas are too thin for my strong prescription and astigmatism.

The doctor tried to sell me on the twice-as-expensive implantable contact lens procedure, but it sounded like way more of a hassle, and probably wouldn’t clear up my astigmatism.

So I said no, and went and bought a new pair of glasses. Dammit.