
Welcome to Sunday Stealing. “Back in 2010, blogger Nigel Vanstone from Away from a Bit asked his readers this series of questions. He said he was tagged by another, unnamed blogger. But I’m not tracing it back any further. Nigel Vanstone is a cool name, and that’s enough for me.”
10 Questions with Nigel
1. What’s your life’s motto?
- Young Simba: Hakuna Matata?
- Pumbaa: Yeah. It’s our motto.
- Young Simba: What’s a motto?
- Timon: Nothing. What’s a motto with you? [laughs]
Well, THAT’S not it! Create less world suck, I suppose, per the terms of the Vlogbrothers.
2. Where were you living 13 years ago?
Same place we are living now. The daughter was in elementary school, which made the commute from our house to her school really easy.
Green-eyed?
3. Is anyone jealous of you?
I have no idea. I’m working on the theory that there are people who perceive me as easygoing, casual, and engaging, among other things. However, the truth is that I’m only those things in spaces where I feel comfortable, such as at church or the library. In other places, I tend to be shy and cautious, so if people only see me in the gregarious space, I think they may perceive me differently than I perceive myself.
4. Where were you when you heard about the 9/11 terror attacks?
I wrote about this at length in 2008 and subsequently.
5. Do you consider yourself kind?
Most of the time.
6. Can you change your car’s oil?
I’ve done this in the distant past. Could I do it now? Doubtful.
7. What’s the last thing you heard about your first love?
I received an unexpected email from her in February 2025. She stumbled across my blog – probably this post – while trying to prove some Binghamton, NY-related television trivia. We’re both in long-term relationships.
8. Have you ever been burned by love?
Oh, heavens, yes.
9. What was the last thing you paid for with cash?
Indian food from the restaurant a block away, five days ago. He gives a 5% discount for cash.
10. Do you hug your friends?
It depends on the friend. When I was at my previous church, Trinity United Methodist, there was an older woman named Helen Knapp who referred to me as the Trinity hugger. Then she added, “Which is better than being the Trinity mugger!” She said that a lot, and, oddly, it never got old. I hug some folks at my current church, but especially a 95-year-old woman, who has become more of a hugger later in life.