Ancient to classical, jazz and big-band standards, new-age-world-fusion-acoustelectronica, girl singers, pipe organ and brass, a capella, a little bit country, not much rock and roll.

Country-Western line dancing and two-stepping;

I am the education manager for the CIO at "that fraction bank" in Cincinnati. The first time I met my future manager, the first words out of his mouth were, "I like your moustaches." "Thank you," I replied, "no one ever forgets me." I later learned that he had made the decision to hire me within five minutes of meeting me, and that during deliberations within my future team over prospective candidates, I became known as "Moustache Guy." I now consider my facial hair, which I began styling this way in December 2005, a trademark and I'm stuck with it - not unhappily - for a while. It's a little high maintenance, but, hey, so am I.