Becoming: The American Dream

The only way out is through...

I am as Americana as they come.

I grew up in a small town. My family owned a Chevrolet dealership. We attended Lutheran church most Sundays and my sophomore year in college my family moved next to the fields where the local butcher kept his cows. Before that we lived on 3 acres next to a gully that we explored often. Pallet parties, Whaling Days, the Ba…