Introducing Napoleon J. Farewell

Hello all. My name, as you may have already guessed, is Napoleon. I'm actually new to this whole internet thing, as I've lived over 90% of my life in my car, traveling the interstates of America. I had a typical birth in the early 80's in the back of the same van I was reportedly conceived in...same spot too. According to sources, we were also on the same road, traveling at the same speed but you never can trust the Farewell family and their overly-fabricated, wily tales of life and adventure. Anyway, I grew up just like the rest of my brothers and sisters (I'm the youngest of 49...more on that later) riding from state to state, as a family, until we're old enough to go off on our own and explore the highways and byways and then laid to rest in the state of our birth. Family tradition provides us Farewell's with the privilege of choosing our gravesite on our 5th birthday. Mine is a particularly beautiful, landscaped plot of ground in the median of a busy highway that runs right through the heart of South Dakota.

In many ways, I am the jewel of my father's eye as I marked the completion of a life-long goal he'd always "driven" to accomplish (pun intended). I gave him the honor of finally making the claim that he has successfully fathered one child from every American state within driving access. His resonating cry still rings true in my ears as clear as the day I turned 11 and ventured out on my own.: "Drive for success, my son, aim straight, and until the day we build a bridge to Hawaii, just know; you're the greatest gift a father could ever ask for." So, as I explore the open roads of the greatest States ever established (and California) in my 2001 Toyota Sequoia, I maintain the dream of living up to the level of success achieved by my dad, Mr. Sebastian Clique Farewell. I look forward to seeing some of you out there and as always, buckle up, drive safe, and remember, the left lane is for PASSING ONLY! I bid all an adieu and, of course, Farewell.

-Napoleon Farewell