Growing up in a family of 11, I learned to value hand-me-downs and the fine art of getting along at a very young age; oh yes, and not to be late for dinner! With nicknames abundant, I was dubbed “Lar the Hair” by my family in my late high school years, probably due to the ‘fro and beard I sported when graduating from Queen Anne HS.
My early work life took me from very cold to nice and hot with stints as a warehouseman in a seafood processor cold storage at Pier 89 in Seattle, immediately followed by part of the beach maintenance summer crew in Santa Monica, California. In my more mature adult work life, I ran my own supply business for 11 years that my father had started 11 years earlier, before I combined my experience and talent with DACO by joining their team over 14 years ago. During the past 30 years I have become intimately acquainted with Alaska’s coastal seafood processing communities and feel privileged to have worked in and serviced that amazing territory for so long. On the supply side, I have pretty much “worn every hat” in a typical daily operation, over the years, with the exception of accounting.
In addition to my work and Alaska travel, my formal education included attending Santa Monica College, where students attended class on skateboards as well as North Seattle Community College where they attended in down parkas. That was finally topped off with a Bachelor’s degree in business from CWU. Much of my continuing education comes from the loves of my life: my wife of 29+ years as well as my three grown daughters. Guys are sometimes slow learners so this part of my education will be ongoing.
Although I do not find much time for extra-curricular activities, I am active in our church and began a very gratifying volunteer job serving at a soup kitchen for the homeless on the weekends this past summer. But I have to admit that another priority is trying to be available when the Seahawks are on the tube.
To stay in game shape, I try to work-out about five times a week and still play basketball with other not-so-young men from our parish. I also manage and play on our co-ed softball team during the summer after almost 35 years of playing in men’s leagues.
Though “Lar the Hair” does not extend beyond the family since the beard and ‘fro are long gone, I somehow picked up the nickname “The Legend” somewhere between the court and field. It just goes to show, if you stick with it long enough…