I have always been a passionate entrepreneur. My entrepreneurial spirit was one of the things I inherited from my dad, despite his apprehension about the path I chose in my quest for success.
My father was a 24-year-old immigrant who came to the United States from Italy in 1966 with barely a penny to his name. Within his first three months in America, he met and married my mom and then opened his own successful barber shop in Yonkers, New York, without speaking a word of English. Two years later, I was born.
Yonkers was a town of great diversity and brutal honesty. People were real, never artificial, and weren’t shy about sharing their exact opinions about what you were doing. If they thought your work weren’t any good, they’d tell you ...