I tell people that I grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area, which is technically true but not the whole truth. If I was being completely honest I would say I grew up in Silicon Valley. I’m generally not completely honest, lest people get the wrong idea about me.
My hometown of Santa Clara is not gorgeous San Francisco or dynamic Oakland or even pretty livable Albany or San Rafael. It’s basically one big empty commercial office park parking lot next to a Coco’s next to a Jamba Juice next to about 2,000 consecutive blocks of garage-front postwar houses ranging in color from off yellow to off tan, each listed at $1.25 million in a buyer’s market.
Another personal fact I tend to keep on the DL: The very first collegiate sporting event I ever attended was a Stanford Cardinal football game. This one to be exact.
I was something of a fan!