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Alan Hugh Faircloth
EMPLOYMENT:
Senior Attorney, Office of Thrift Supervision
EDUCATION
J.D. Law - Georgia State University (Class of 1991)
B.S. Economics - Valdosta State University (Class of 1988)
B.S. Finance - Valdosta State University (Class of 1988)
HOBBIES
This one is a 67 Buick Gran Sport that I have restored. It is pretty much finished except for some detailing work and exhaust needs. It has a 455 motor, 3.31 posi rear, bucket seats, floor console, tach, and air conditioning. Its name is "Buck" in honor of my fiancee. Once, while visiting me, I took her to see the car (she wanted to see what I was into). Well, she was standing at the back of the car looking at the trunk and suddenly said "What's a Buck?" I didn't have any idea what she was talking about. So with a perplexed look on my face, I walk to the back of the car to see what she was looking at. There I see the letters forming the make of the car B U I C K, except that the "I" was missing. So, what it spelled was "B U C K." Kimber doesn't know a lot about cars, but she knew she'd never heard of a Buck. Of course, neither had I and I know a lot about cars. I couldn't help myself and burst into laughter. After suffering through several evil looks from her, I finally composed myself and explained why I was laughing. Actually, I liked it so much I named the car Buck and it seems to fit perfectly. Thanks, Hunny! I love all types and makes of cars, but I'm bound to Buicks above all else. They are classy, luxury autos that are not run of the mill and with big block 430 and 455 power plants are EXTREMELY FAST! I own several (MUCH TO MY FIANCEE'S DISMAY). She laughingly refers to me as Sanford (and she's not the only one) because of all the miscellaneous car parts I have laying around here and there and stored in a half dozen strategic locations in Georgia. Unfortunately, there is more than a few funny stories involving me and cars. I'm sure that my Best Man is just dying to tell a few at my wedding to embarrass me.
This is another of my cars. It is an 87 Buick Turbo Regal. Its white with blue bucket seat interior. These cars are super fast! 1987 was the last year for these cars and they have become quite collectible. Mine is a 75K mile matching numbers car in excellent shape. Its pretty much stock and will soon be leaving us due to the wedding. Its time for a family car and a house before the family gets here.This a picture of me on a fishing boat...unshave, unclean, rough and at my worst. I LOVE to fish. I'm not much of a hunter, which I know is contrary to my southern blood and heritage, but I do love to fish. My favorite fishing is deep sea fishing. Until recently, my brother and I made annual trips to Florida to go Grouper fishing. We loved it and Grouper is one of the best tasting fish I've ever eaten. Captain Badley cleans and fillets all the fish for us and then bags them in ice. We always had plenty of Grouper in the freezer. Here's a couple of photos of our haul. F I S H I N G
My parents also have a catfish pond stocked with Channel Cats. Some of them are now way over 10lbs. I've seen one that had to weigh at least 15lbs. These are the best tasting catfish that you can eat. White, flaky, light meat. The pond is fed by an underground spring and the catfish are hand fed each day. So, they are very clean, fat and tasty when caught and cooked. Ugly creatures though. I'm looking forward to taking Kimber on a deep sea fishing trip. I had her fish at Mom's house once, and she caught a 7 pound catfish. Maybe 8lbs. He was a monster. She fought that joker for several minutes. Once on shore, she handed me the pole and went into the house complaining about bugs and stinky fish. I'm hoping that she likes deep sea fishing a little better. Given that the captain and his mate bait the hooks, toss them in, take off the fish, and clean them up, I think she will like it more. Heck, all she has to do is reel them in.
I love to play sports. As a spectator, I LOVE College Football (GO SEMINOLES!!) and College Basketball (GO DUKE!!). I also like Pro Football. I'm not sure how much time I will have to enjoy March Madness this year (one of my favorite times of the year!) with this wedding looming in the future (No, Hunny, I'm not complaining....). Lots of work to be done. Although, I think my fiancee would just as soon as have me watch the tournament and let her handle things. It seems that I am a bit TOO opinionated and demanding. Hey, I can't help it, I think law school made me this way (at least that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it). Golf is my latest favorite sport. Other golfers and homeowners wish it were not. Truth is that I have hit a few houses, but never another golfer. I just hold golfers up trying to locate my ball. Sports.
Now my Best Man Craig Meadows has, unlike me, actually hit someone and I know because I was there when it happened. It was a hard hit, low liner that never got more than 15 to 20 feet off the ground. We were on the number 10 hole, starting the back nine. Our fairway was on the left and doglegged to the left. The unfortunate victim of Craig's wicked and errant drive was in the fairway of the number 1 hole on our right. He was at the bend where it doglegged to the right. Even more unfortunate for Craig was the fact that there were TONS of people everywhere watching. It was a beautiful day, we were at the starting hole for both the course and the back nine (and people were waiting to tee off on the 9 hole and the 1 hole). Also, there were some club reps from Taylor and Callaway demonstrating new products. While watching the flight of the ball, I told Craig that it looked like it was headed right for the guy in the right hand fairway, who was preparing to take his second shot.
Craig said "No way, man. It'll never hit him. You're just trying to scare me."
I watched and said "Craig, I swear, I think its going to hit that guy."
"SHUT UP, man." He said. "Its going that way 'cause you said something about it. You jinxed it."
About that time, Craig yells "FORE!" The guy in the fairway turns his back towards us and sort of hunched over. Well I'll be darned if that golf ball didn't smack him right in the middle of his lower back. I saw him as he fell to the ground, crawling around on his knees. Clearly it HURT! About that time, I heard some guys behind us, who had been pushing us all day, yell to their friends...."Hey, this guy just hit somebody." I turned around they were pointing at the guy crawling on the ground saying "look, down there." Well, all I could do was laugh, and laugh, and laugh. I laughed so much my sides were sore the next day. Craig was FURIOUS! But I just couldn't stop laughing. As we neared the guy, he finally got back to his feet, using his club as a cane and trying to walk it off. It was at this moment, Craig decided that I should not drive him over there since I couldn't stop laughing and he felt bad and didn't want to get in a fight. So, Craig got out of the cart, sent me on to find my ball, and walked over to talk to the guy. Apparently, they worked things out because Craig didn't have to pay him anything, didn't get beat up, and didn't get sued.
A month later, however, when we got up enough nerve to go back for another round of golf, there was a new sign up warning golfers that they were liable for any damage to person or property by their golf balls. Craig was immediately furious when I pointed to it and said "Hey Craig, they got your sign up."
These pictures were taken while I was attending a Renaissance Festival with some friends. The second photo is a much less flattering picture of me gnawing on one of those big smoked turkey legs they sell at these things. This was my first one ever and I just had to try it (Not pretty to eat, but they are DELICIOUS!!). Anyway, one of the "employees" of the Festival I had seen was this HUGE 6'3", 400lb (or so it looked) man dressed up like a viking. He had a horned hat on, an unkept full beard, lots of dirt on him, plenty of dead animal hides as clothing and boots, and some kind of big axe looking thing that was his weapon I suppose. He was QUITE a character. Very big and scary looking. Well, he walks by as I am gnawing away at this turkey leg. I had latched on to a particularly tough bite and was sort of making a growling type noise while pulling the meat from the bone with my teeth. This guy was a good ways over from me, probably about 20 feet, and suddenly he points to me and yells out as loud as he could "HOWDY COUSIN!" I stopped gnawing on the turkey, looked at him as he stopped and looked at me, noticed that everyone in the area was watching, and decided, what the heck, I'll just play along with the gag. So I stood up and saluted him with the turkey leg by raising it towards him and yelled back "COUSIN!". Everyone around was just roaring with laughter, as was the viking. I didn't mind. I love to laugh, even if that means laughing at myself.
