May I present to you Alexander Hamilton! Born somewheres around January 11, 1755 or 1757 (the exact date is unknown and who cares about when he was born when all we care about is a time machine that could take us back so that we can experience him without a textbook between us), on the island of Nevis, British West Indies. The result of an adulterous affair (what other kind of affair is there?), his French mum (I could be stereotypical and say “duh” in reference to the baby-making affair—but I love the French so I won’t…or did I just inadvertently do so? Oh bother!)was thrown out of the house and prior to Hamilton’s birth married a Scottish trader. However, jigs induced by beautiful bagpipe music did not follow. Hamilton and his lovely mum were abandoned soon after his birth and left destitute. Part of what makes him so crush worthy is that he rose up from such “humble” beginnings and John Adams wasn’t so far off when he described Hamilton as “the bastard brat of a Scottish peddler” (I wish politicians still spoke like this today!)