32 Truths and a Lie

It doesn’t feel right to draft a dense paragraph about who I am. So here’s a share of some great adventures and truths that stick with me to this day, imprints that shaped my identity and calibrate my north star.

Beer’s on me if you figure out the lie.

I’d garden forty hours straight if my kids knew how to feed themselves.

For a year, I lived in a dormant synagogue above an active funeral home.

I’ve performed stand-up comedy at the legendary Caroline’s in NYC and killed it (and bombed).

I’ve called six different states home.

While shark diving, I saw eye to eye with fourteen great whites.

I sold Mary Kay to help fund a trip to Honduras (gotta thank my sister for that!).

Crabbing for Blue Claw’s is a guilty pleasure.

I once took the stage with Tribe Called Quest…it didn’t go as planned.

Taylor Ham, Egg and Cheese with a side of Disco Fries is my gotta-have.

I received a bronze medal in a wrestling tournament without winning a match.

While proposing to my wife along the pacific coastline, dolphin’s serenaded us right as I knelt down.

The first time I ever went skiing I came home in a full leg cast.

I once hung an art show in Rome only to be compensated with a private tour of the Vatican.

I can beat you at Connect Four—probably nine out of ten times.

Driving the road to Hana, I never made it to Hana.

I built a halfpipe with friends but still can’t land a frontside air.

I’m a sucker for carnivals.

Piano is my favorite instrument.

I learned to play harmonica while driving the streets of Atlanta.

My first 10k, I mistakenly ran in high-tops. I’m no longer a runner.

I make all kinds of tables, historical baseball card tables currently keep me busy.

My sculptures covered the walls at a NYC art exhibit.

David Lee Roth owes me a beer.

My acting debut was a four-second one-liner (nailed it, so I retired).

With no certification, I went scuba diving in Croatia (never, ever do that).

I’ve delivered over 125,000 newspapers door to door.

During mardi gras, I was a walking installation.

I once ran into my U.S. neighbor in South Africa while climbing Table Mountain.

I’ve piloted a plane over the Pacific Ocean.

I was offered a ticket to game six of the ‘86 World Series and didn’t go (this one still burns).

Having hiked the beginning and end of the Appalachian Trail in GA & ME,
I plan to finish the 2,190 miles in between.