I don’t drive. Like, at all, I don’t have a car and as long as I live in a city with adequate public transportation I fail to see any reason why I should.
- I hate tomatoes. Unless it’s a caprese salad. Other than that I have a firm no tomato policy and will pick them out of things, even if they are minced into oblivion.
- I have an intense loyalty to three things: Family, friends and Husky Athletics. You trash talk any one of those and you will have me to deal with.
- I have a tendency to be a very private person. I’ll give you the “broad strokes” about me, but I don’t care to delve too deep. This is an exercise in moving past that.
- I come from a long line of workaholics. You give us a job and we will do it until we have a foot in the grave. I think traveling is my way of providing some balance to my intense work ethic.
- When I was 16, I got sick. Really sick. Knocking on heaven’s door, call the Chaplain, sick. For me, it provided the perspective that life is short and there are no guarantees so live the life you want. Looking back though, I can’t imagine what it must have felt like for my parents to watch me wither away. That has to be the scariest experience for a parent.