Dop is originally from a small hamlet in the Appalachian Mountains where family rules and chicken wings are considered a vegetable. He’s been with his husband for 13 years and married him 4 years ago for some reason. They live in a house; it has a yard. Dop has survived a fatal car accident, a stroke, two forms of cancer, a heart attack, and quadruple bypass surgery - all before he turned 40. He fully expects to choke to death one day while eating an M&M. Dop has no fashion sense, nor can he arrange flowers, do hair, or tell if your shoes are Prada or Payless. But he likes doing laundry, mowing grass, shoveling snow, and lifting heavy stuff at the gym. Dop is a fan of his 24 nieces and nephews, U.S. history, Abraham Lincoln, architecture, popcorn, traveling, design, . . . um, let’s see . . . oh yeah, food, crossword puzzles, Cubs baseball, dirty jokes, writing, biographies, Da Vinci, Escher, Erte, "The Golden Girls" and Christmas.