For someone who couldn’t build a square with four equal Lego pieces, this industry is really in my DNA. I have my dad, Ray, to thank for that. And I want to use my space here to say one final thank you after he passed away suddenly Sept. 16 at the age of 65.
From the beginning, our father-son relationship was atypical and we had to work hard at it. You see, after my parents divorced when I was 5, my mom and I moved to her hometown of Milwaukee. After school would let out for the summer I would hop a plane to Boston to spend my break living with my dad. Once my dad got out of the restaurant management business, he got into the construction industry.