Leave a little room for who I am, and I will do the same for you.
I was born on November 9, 1994, at Boston Children’s Hospital to a paramedic and a business manager, and I was raised in 01776 (Sudbury, MA).
I grew up during an extraordinary era for Boston sports. I was nine years old when the Curse of the Bambino was finally reversed. Babe Ruth lived in my town, and they say he rolled a piano into a nearby pond when he was traded… a wonderful piece of the myth.
I spent seven years living in Europe and made my way back to the United States after the death of my father, a veteran and paramedic. Before he died, he had bought a map and begun preparing for a road trip across the country.
Now with America’s 250th anniversary it feels like the right time to see the country for myself, especially after the political climate of the past decade. Things have felt very tense, but I still believe in the good hearts of citizens, and the World Cup has inspired me further.
As I travel across the United States, I hope to meet good Americans, play music in the streets, help people with labor in exchange for gas, and illuminate the country one citizen at a time.
Thirty-two years from now, I hope the World Cup returns to an America that is loving, sustainable, and tranquil—a country where people feel that their cultures are not merely tolerated, but cherished.
This land is your land, and this land is my land.
God bless.