I grew up as a third-culture kid, the son of an American diplomat and a Swedish stewardess for Pan Am (they weren’t flight attendants back then). Born in Northern Virginia, I spent my early years attending a British Anglican school in Kobe, Japan. My elementary years were in Tokyo, closing out eight years of growing up in Japan. Instead of Scooby Doo, I identified with Doraemon. Rather than beach trips to Rehoboth, we went to Shirahama.
After a brief stop back in Virginia, we returned to Asia and I did my junior high school years in Bangkok, Thailand. High school for me was in New Hampshire and then off to college in Tennessee.
I landed in DC — actually, Northern Virginia at first — in the waning months of the Clinton administration. The first few years were bleak, living through 9/11, anthrax attacks, and the DC sniper. But, I love this place … so much so that I created a local history blog to tell the lost and untold story of Washington.
My wife, two beautiful daughters, and I make our home in Washington. And this is why the photo below is a beautiful image depicting an unfinished Washington Monument in 1877 … which I posted on my blog.