Growing up in rural Indiana, I was focused more on the art of presentation then I was farming. My coal miner dad (insert Zoolander jokes here) convinced me to pick watermelons during the summers if I was going to spend two-hundred fuxxing dollars on Jordans so TV and publications became my #1 source of teleportation to say the least. In addition to cultivating melons of all sorts, I would later find out that the tractors baring the John Deere logos around me, were created by a future teacher and esteemed colleague of mine, by the name of Doyald Young, (rest in peace). Watermelons, John Deere tractors and my illustrious basketball career (one that involved me shooting the ball at the opposing team's basket) were all obvious signs that home is where the heartland is, but I was still looking for a way out. I eventually landed in Boston, 2nd home to Larry Bird. I was embraced to say the least.