I was just a bumpkin. Just a country bumpkin. I had just come to New York from Virginia. Or was it Baltimore?
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Although I was born in New York, I moved to Baltimore when I was young. And I like to say New York birthed me, but Baltimore raised me. A big part of my heart was always in Baltimore.
We moved to Baltimore, Maryland, in 1979, when I was five. The funny thing is that, even though Baltimore had one of the top murder rates in the country in those days, I grew up hearing about how dangerous New York was.
I was from somewhere else. Then all of a sudden I was here, in New York. With one suitcase.
People had lost faith in me in Baltimore, and rightfully so. I knew that was not the guy I was.
I was brought up in a very small town in upstate New York.
I was raised in Maryland. My mom was born in London, and my dad was born in Chattanooga, Tennessee.
I did not dedicate my life to making Baltimore a safer and more just place because it was easy.
When I lived in Baltimore, I would come down fairly often to go to the Hirshhorn, and one of my good friends from high school went to Georgetown. I actually ended up going to Annapolis a lot. I had a car, and it was such a serene place to drive.
I grew up on the streets of Baltimore, a city I love to this very day.
When I grew up in Pittsburgh in my parents' restaurant, I was almost like a country bumpkin.