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My Story: (1956 - 1975)
When it came to growing up in a great spot, at a terrific time - I think I was standing at the head of the line! I was born Richard Allen Hart, in the fabulous town of Tacoma, Washington, and I was very fortunate to have had two parents that loved me from the day I first appeared. I was also blessed to have had the privilege of growing up in a family that was proud of it's ethnic heritage. Si Siamo degli Italiani!
(Oh yeah... we are Italian!).
Both my parents were 1st generation Americans of Italian descent , and my Mother was born in Canada to boot (but that's a long story!). My Father's people... well they had some color too (and that's a longer story!).
Basically, good hard working, and honest people. They all loved music. My Mother played "Boogie - Woogie" piano, was a registered nurse, and was a wicked good dancer. My Father had two left feet, but was crazy about my Mother. He also loved electronics, and that plays a big part of my life too.
As I reflect on my parent's interests; it strikes me that my Father read "Scientific American" and my Mother read "Psychology Today". I think they both knew who they were, and what they believed. They also knew what they wanted from life. My own life has always been intertwined with these two realities: One from my Father - "Do you know how that works?" and one from my Mother - "Do you know why you care how that works?". Well, that's me in a nut shell...
So I went through school like most kids. I have a few great friends (and heroes) who have stuck with me through thick and thin. Not all are pictured here, but Mark Ceccarelli is because he is L'amico migliore alla fine (Best friend to the end). He has been there for so many "firsts" in my life - I am embarrassed to write the details. Suffice it to say this; we have each other's back.
I went to the best High School in America -
Stadium High School, Tacoma, Washington. That's not brag - just fact.
I went to
Taiwan in 1974 to study Mandarin Chinese with my Chinese language class - because hey... didn't
all High School Asian foreign language programs go to China? We did...
well we made it happen. It was my first experience with setting
goals and creating an outcome. It was also an amazing eye-opener
about the dimensionality of the world - and the distance between
us all as human beings.