5/24/2023 0 Comments Tony shea book![]() ![]() The Hsiehs, one of the few Asian families in the suburb, lived in a house toward the bottom of the sloping street, surrounded by the rolling greenery of Marinwood and Lucas Valley. About twenty miles north of the Golden Gate Bridge, the sliver of brick and weatherboard homes of Mont Marin were within the sunny enclave of the city of San Rafael, an eternal snapshot of Americana. His route would begin and end at the same address: 28 Coast Oak Way, Mont Marin, the two-story house where Tony and his two younger brothers grew up. In his early years, this took form as a mildly successful string of garage sales, and then some failed ventures-including the sale of Christmas cards to neighbors one year-before he joined the workforce as a newspaper boy. ![]() “To me,” he later recalled of his childhood, “money meant that later on in life I would have the freedom to do whatever I wanted.” Though his family was comfortably middle-class-his father, Richard, worked at Chevron, and his mother, Judy, was a psychologist-he understood early on that money equaled liberation. Tony would have been the first to admit that as a child he was obsessed with one thing: making money. ![]()
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