Patrick Evans

December 22 1987

I was born into this world behind the brains and hard working hands of a mortgage broker and a factory man that a sense of adventure, a sense of pride, and a homegrown mental attitude with the promise of letting me be whatever I wanted to be.

My mother looked into my eyes and promised me the gift of imagination, to look beyond the walls of corn-fields of flat-land Ohio.

My father gave me the gift of drive. The dirt and grease filled hands and nails forged only by the years of working inside the factories, overcoming recessions, and still finding time to drive through a car lot on Sundays to check out the new glass and metal.