What wouldn't have happened to me if I hadn't ended up in Hartford, Connecticut.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Going to Hartford turned out to be the luckiest thing that ever happened to me.
I was a small kid from Huntington, Long Island. I never imagined that anything like that would happen to me.
Oh, I was some efficiency expert. On my first day, I couldn't find my own office in Hartford and wound up in the Post Office.
I have said from the beginning, I would spend what it would take for the people of Connecticut to know who I am and what I stand for.
I grew up outside of DC, New York state, and Connecticut.
From my first days in Washington D.C., where I rolled a whole four downtown blocks without seeing a single shop, cafe, bar or restaurant I could not access, to the beautifully accessible buses in New York City, I was in heaven.
I grew up in Philadelphia.
I wouldn't have been able to move to L.A. if I felt I was going to lose my identity as a New Jerseyian. My accent has gotten thicker since I've lived here.
Connecticut would not be Connecticut if we cut $3.5 billion out of the budget. We are a strong, generous, hopeful people. We'd be taking $800 million out of education. You can't do that in this state.
I come from Bridgeport, Connecticut and have friends I grew up with there.