David Walker
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| Gender | Male |
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| Industry | Arts |
| Occupation | Retired, free to pamper my internet addictions. |
| Location | Near Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, United States |
| Introduction | I knew I was going to be the world's best English teacher. Then I couldn't find a job. Formerly a broadcaster, I am now retired. I wanted to act, found that broadcasting was a good substitute, and wound up designing sound for area theaters for a dozen years. I've directed choruses, the last being Harrisburg Gay Men's Chorus, and currently the River City Singers. My life partner, the poet Jack Veasey, died in 2016. We'd been together since 1978. |
| Interests | Music, theater, writing, reading (mostly nonfiction), bus riding, people watching |
| Favorite movies | "Casablanca," "Psycho," "Cloudburst," "Mysterious Skin," "42nd Street," "The Birds," "Steel Magnolias," "Big Eden," "The Ritz," "To Kill a Mockingbird," "Torch Song Trilogy," "The Wizard of Oz," "The Lonely Hearts Club," "Cowboys and Angels," "Latter Days," and on and on and on. |
| Favorite music | Piano rags, Broadway, contemporary choral, Gilbert and Sullivan, symphonic music (whether full orchestra or chamber), ancient dances, some country. |
| Favorite books | "Victory," "The Great Deluge," "Cronkite," "The Berlin Diaries," "The Stonewall Experiment," and more. Sadly, I tend to forget book titles. |
You have a red jar of cedar chips. Why do moths miss the forest?
Because the chickens crossed the road. And the moths don't miss the forest...they're flying around my porch light.