As a child, I remember waving good-bye to my Mom from the school bus on my first day of kindergarten, going fishing with my Dad on the weekends and spending summers at the Jersey Shore.  I collected legos, joined the boy scouts and knocked my front tooth out chasing a fly ball.  I was baptised in my parents church and became an older brother twice.  I touched the Liberty Bell and made the front of the local newspaper planting a tree on Arbor Day.

As a teenager I worked on a farm and rode endless miles on my bmx bike. I ran cross-country, got into my first fistfight and learned a second language.  I got my drivers license, became an editor of my high school yearbook, kissed my first girlfriend while wearing braces, wore a varsity jacket and went to the prom.  Shortly after, I left for college, pledged a fraternity and toured with Phish.  I broke my nose twice and was mugged in Mexico.  I gave the eulogy at my best friends funeral and crawled out of a burning apartment that took everything I owned.

I left Pennsylvania after totaling my truck on a snowy highway.  I spent four days on a one-way train from Philadelphia to Los Angeles and learned how to surf in the Pacific Ocean.  I bought a 1969 Volkswagen, lived in a warehouse and bought a dog.  I’ve stood on the Hoover Dam, climbed a 10,000+ foot peak and walked miles in waist-deep snow in the Smoky Mountains.  I’ve slept at the base of a Sequoia Tree, worn a tuxedo to the American Comedy Awards and shaken hands with Buzz Aldrin.  I worked for Adam Sandler for 7 years and flipped a jet ski at my bachelor party.  I’ve booked comics on ‘The Late Late Show’ for CBS, spent a year working for Chelsea Handler and was married 30 stories above Boston’s North End.

Now I’m experiencing my biggest challenge, as an unexpected, full-time stay-at-home Dad, taking care of my 18-month old daughter, Ava, with a baby boy on the way.