Life isn’t measured by the computers I’ve built or the servers I’ve managed. It’s measured by the people I’ve met, the places I’ve been, the mistakes I’ve made, and the stories worth telling. From growing up at the Jersey Shore to old trucks, surfing, BBQs, house parties, family, and everything in between… this is my story.
Most people think I’m crazy. Every time someone asks about my truck, the next question is usually, “Why don’t you just buy another one?” That’s a fair question. The truck is a 1996 Ford Ranger XLT. It’s older than a lot of the people I work with. It doesn’t have a touchscreen, lane assist, heated…
One innocent question, twelve terminal windows, an old Dell with a new job, and somehow cow ghee. A look at what happens when “I’m just going to check one thing” turns into another completely unnecessary adventure.
One innocent trip through Google Maps somehow turned into ancient petroglyphs, an Indian fort, restaurant menus, and eventually cow ghee arriving at my house. A completely normal journey through the internet—or at least normal for me.
