I DON'T WANT TO SELL ANYTHING. I DID THAT. IT LEAVES YOU EMPTY. I WANT TO LEAD A MOVEMENT. I WANT TO SERVE MY CLIENTS AND EMPOWER THEM TO MAKE CHOICES THAT ARE A LITTLE LESS KNOWN, MORE OFF THE BEATAN PATH, SUSTAINABLY AND SOULFULLY CREATED... OR AT LEAST TRYING TO BE THAT WAY. I WANT TO HELP CLIENTS HAVE THE PICKLEBALL TRIP OF A LIFETIME, AND THEN I WANT TO CREATE A SUSTAINABLE, LUXURY, ACTIVE PICKLEBALL TRAVEL LIFESTYLE THAT CREATES LONG LIVES FULL OF HAPPINESS, HEALTH, JOY AND LOVE.

I TRULY BELIEVE THAT IF YOU DO WHAT YOU LOVE YOU CREATE A FIRE THAT GROWS AND OTHERS SEEK THAT FIRE OUT TO GRAB A FLAME FOR THEIR OWN. SOON, YOU HAVE AN INFERO. THAT IS MY GOAL- TO CREATE A LIFESTYLE MOVEMENT WHERE PICKLEBALL BECOMES COOL, MODERN, SUSTAINABLE, ACTIVE AND A VEHICLE FOR SPREADING GOODWILL ACROSS THE WORLD. MY SYSTEM OR MY PROCESS TO GET THERE IS SIMPLE: DO THE WORK THAT YOU LOVE, DO IT WELL, BE OF SERVICE, GUIDE OTHERS AND SHARE WHAT HAS GIVEN YOU MOMENTS OF BLISS. MY CODA TO GET TO THAT GOAL IS AS FOLLOWS:
 
NEVER WORK FOR ANYONE BUT BE OF SERVICE TO EVERYONE.
NEVER COMPROMISE YOUR VALUES FOR THE BOTTOM LINE.
SEEK OUT THE SMARTEST PEOPLE.
DO GOOD; FOR YOUR CLIENTS, THE EARTH, ITS PEOPLE AND ANIMALS. 


WHEN I WAS 5 MY GRANDPARENTS VISITED US IN OUR HOME IN THE OAKLAND HILLS. THE FIRE CRACKLED AS MY GRANDFATHER SWIRLED HIS CUTTY SARK. THEY HAD JUST RETURNED FROM A STEAMER TRIP THROUGH ASIA. I SAT ON HIS LAP AS HE AND MY GRANDMOTHER RAGAILED US WITH STORIES OF HOT STREETS FULL OF THE SMELLS OF TAMARIND AND GINGER COOKING, LAUNDRY HANGING WET IN THE STILL, HOT AIR. THERE WERE TRAINS WINDING THROUGH FLOURESCENT GREEN RICE PADDIES AND LAZY WATER BUFALO STANDING CENTRY AS THE TRAIN CHUGGED BY. I REMEMBER MY GRANDMOTHER TELLING OF HER TIME IN THE HOSPITAL AND I PICTURED, EVEN AT THAT YOUNG AGE, CEILING FANS WHIRING AND CREEKY METAL BEDS LOOKING OUT ON COURTYARDS OF PAPAYA TREES, PLUMERIA AND JASMINE. I WAS ENAMORED WITH TRAVEL FROM THAT MOMENT ON. BEFORE THEY LEFT, THEY PULLED OUT A SMALL SILK SHIRT WITH SEA HORSES ON IT. THEY BOUGHT IT FOR ME IN SINGAPORE. I WORE IT EVERY DAY UNTIL IT BECAME THIN AND FRAYED. I LOVED THAT SHIRT. I HAVE SEARCHED THE WORLD OVER FOR ONE JUST LIKE IT EVER SINCE.

FAST FORWARD TO GRADUATION FROM THE COLLEGE OF CHARLESTON. I DID, AS ROBERT SERVICE SAID TO DO AND LIT OUT FOR THE TERRITORIES. I WORKED AS A PARK RANGER IN DENALI NATIONAL PARK, ALASKA IN THE SUMMER AND TONGARIRO, NEW ZEALAND IN THE WINTER.I MET MY WIFE ON A MOUNTAIN IN THE ALASKA RANGE AND CO-OPTED HER INTO MY SEARCH FOR ANOTHER SILK SHIRT, LIVING ON THE NORTH SHORE OF OAHU, TREKKING IN THE ANNAPURNAS OF NEPAL, RIDING A SMOKEY BUS THE LENGTH OF INDONESIA AND A BOAT TO LOMBOK THEN A DONKEY CART TO A LONGTAIL BOAT TO THE GILLE ISLANDS IN THE SULUWESI SEA. WE SAW A BILLION FISH THERE AND A TRILLION BRIGHT CORAL IN FIJI, SURFED IN COSTA RICA, WATCHED THE SUN SET OVER THE STILT FISHERMEN IN SRIL LANKA, THE MOON DANCING ON THE CHAO PHRAYA RIVER IN BANGKCOK, DUSTY ROADS IN MEXICO AND NICARAUGUA....... AND THEN ONE DAY WITH A SIGH- WE SETTLED.

WE SETTLED FOR THE JOB AND THE CAR AND THE WATCH, THE HOUSE, THE BOAT. ALL THE BULLSHIT. THE STOCK OPTIONS THAT TURN INTO BONDS, NOT TREASURY BONDS BUT BONDAGE. TRAPPINGS OF SUCCESS BUT ALSO TREMENDOUS STRESS AND DISCOMFORT WITH WHAT IT WAS THAT I HAD TO DO TO RUN THE RACE TO CHASE THE DECOY RABIT THAT JUST GOT FURTHER AND FURTHER THE FASTER AND HARDER I RAN. 

AND SO, NOW I AM HERE. I OWN SEVERAL ENTITIES THAT INVOLVE HELPING PEOPLE FIND JOY AND MOMENTS OF BLISS WHILE TRAVELLING. I DESIGN SUSTAINBLE ACTIVE LUXURY TRAVEL TO SMALLER, BETTER LOCATIONS AND PROPERTIES THAT HAVE SOULS, OR AT LEAST ARE TRYING TO HAVE ONE. I HELP CLIENTS BUILD SUSTAINABLILITY INTO THEIR TRAVEL. I COORDINATE BUSINESS INFRASTRUCTURE INTO WELLNESS BUSINESSES, BUILD RETREATS AND NOW.... I AM PASSIONATELY IGNITED TO SHARE WITH CLIENTS HOW TO HAVE THE VERY BEST PICKLEBALL VACATION THEY COULD EVER POSSIBLY HAVE. IF I DO THINGS RIGHT, I WILL BUILD A FIRE AND ON THE HORIZON A MILLION OTHER FIRES WILL LIGHT UP UNTIL WE HAVE A RAGING BLAZE-PICKLE-WELL......