ABOUT ME
My Background
My name is Tucker Favreau. I was born and raised in Brunswick with only a few very short moves to other New England states when my parents wanted to pursue career opportunities that weren't always available in Maine. And yet, somehow, we always found ourselves coming back to the State.
My childhood was relatively uneventful until my older brother was diagnosed with a rare form of bone cancer at a time when he should have only had to worry about college classes. Thankfully he was able to overcome the disease with proper treatment but witnessing the whole process left an impression on me. While I was just a bit too young to fully grasp all the finer details, it was clear that the ordeal had greatly disrupted my brother’s life and seemingly affected his and my parents' financial stability pretty significantly. Until then, I had never realized just how expensive life saving care could be in the US.
As I approached my own high school graduation in 2009, I, like many Americans at the time, was met with an incredibly uncertain economic environment. I was also uncertain that I could secure financial aid for college, which troubled me given that I was, at least partly, worried about adding to my family's financial burden when they were still paying down medical debt. And so, after considering my options, and thinking about what I believed to be important, I decided to enlist in the Army.
My experiences in the Army were quite varied. I began in Field Artillery as a Private First Class but ended my career as a Captain in the Cyber branch. Such a journey was possible due to an outreach program at West Point that seeks to encourage qualified active duty servicemembers to apply for admission to the academy to provide a more diverse set of viewpoints and experiences to fellow Cadets. Being a Cyber Operations Officer was a very surreal experience, and I learned a tremendous amount about cybersecurity, national security, and even foreign relations during my time in that capacity.
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After leaving the Army and returning to Maine, I continued to work in cybersecurity helping organizations quickly identify compromises of their networks so that they could take immediate action to protect their data and systems. These last few years back home have really given me a chance to see and experience many of the problems that are facing Mainers as well as Americans at large. These problems and the lack of substantive leadership from Susan Collins caused me to forego my previously very private lifestyle and enter the race for Senate.
WHY I'M RUNNING
The America I know is quickly falling apart. It seems that the Constitution, a once absolute authority, is now being treated as a hindrance by the current administration. Meanwhile, Congress has utterly failed to take a stand and perform their role as a check on the abuse of executive authority in conjunction with the Judicial branch. Susan Collins has enabled this failure. She remains stuck in the political landscape of the very early 2000s and has not adapted to the needs of the People today. How could she? She left her own constituents without town halls for decades. That is why I am running. Mainers, and the American people, need and deserve Senators who fight for basic human rights and stand up against all actions that are contrary to our nation's foundational principles. I stand ready to fight against the corruption in Washington that has allowed politicians to become elite Citizens that brazenly ignore the needs of the American people while openly becoming rich. I also stand ready to fight against corporations that put profits above humanity. Join me in securing the best possible future for Mainers and our fellow American citizens.
Some Additional Background
The Changing Family History
If you have ever driven past or visited the Farmer's Market at Crystal Spring Farm in Brunswick, then you have seen some of my family's history going back to the Dionne family. The farm was sold to the Brunswick-Topsham Land Trust in the mid 1990s but the family did keep some of the surrounding fields as well as the main building across the street. Upon the passing of my grandfather, who owned the remaining building and surrounding land, the Land Trust was able to acquire the last remaining pieces to reunite the farm once more. You can read more about that here or here
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Prior to my grandfather's passing, we still occasionally cut the fields for hay in the summers. Outside of that land, my family also ventured into starting a small hops farm to help support local breweries in Maine. You can read more about those efforts that started a few years ago here.
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Overall, these experiences and hearing about the history of the farm and the immense work involved (particularly for those in the family who both farmed and worked at Bath Iron Works) really taught me a profound respect for farmers and the challenges they face. Of course, I also heard quite a few interesting stories about welders at BIW over the years as well.
West Point and Changing Army Paths​
While I began my life in the Army as a Private First Class in the Field Artillery branch, I was eventually given the chance to attend West Point and earn a commission as an Officer. After a few long years and some injury related hardships, I successfully made it to graduation.
Graduation week at West Point brings along a whole set of events and, of course, uniform changes. Luckily, most of the family was able to join me to celebrate as I was officially commissioned as a Second Lieutenant.
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On the left, my parents along with my younger brother posing for a photo after my ceremony was completed. My younger brother assisted me in the "First Salute" tradition as he himself had decided to enlist in the Army.
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On the right, one of the formal uniforms at West Point and the last time I wore it. Keeping a nearly pure white uniform clean certainly had its challenges over the years.
The Call of Maine
Despite my travels while in the Army and seeing much of the US and parts of the world, I always wanted to return home to Maine. It's just a fact that some of my favorite places in the world are right here in our great state.
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On the left, a photo taken during a trip to Baxter State Park which is where I actually saw my first moose. This trip included some Army friends who wanted to explore Maine as well and Baxter did not disappoint.
On the right, a photo from an old family friend's dock looking out into Ridley Cove. He was a lobsterman for much of his life and one who always loved sharing a story or two or three during a cookout. Honestly, it was amazing to see just how much work went into just maintaining lobster traps throughout the year let alone the rest of the job. Don't ask me too much about helping fill bait bags by the way.
