July 15, 2023
Chapel Hill, NC
Story
Tucker and I first met in May of 2014, when he scooped me from the airport in San Jose, CA. I had finished my Scheduling & Advance internship just the day before. In the weeks prior, I had agreed to become an Advance Associate. So, there I was, having opted to miss college graduation to instead drop into San Jose with a bunch of stranger colleagues, some of whom would become my dearest friends, one of them, pulling up in an American made, four door sedan, with the Dead blaring on Satellite radio, wearing a gray suit and cowboy hat...
The whirlwind of my life’s strange path to its current state could never be planned for or calculated or guaranteed. The ultimate destination was never envisioned fully by my mind’s eye. Perhaps the only way to reach that destination unknown is to fully let yourself be blown by the hurricane...