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EARLY YEARS                                                                  my dad—and set up a program to teach us little ones the value of
                                                                             money, how to exchange it, and how to operate different businesses.
When I was born, my father was assistant dean at the Harvard                 She later told me, “I had to close down the game because you ended
Business School, from which he had graduated in 1923. After six              up with all the money!”
years of teaching, he sought real-world experience. My father had
been asked to assume a position as assistant to James D. Dole,
another Harvard graduate, who founded what became the Dole
Pineapple Company. Incidentally, it was my father who
convinced Dole to buy the island of Lanai and develop it into the
world’s largest pineapple plantation.

Our family moved to Hawaii and I look back on that period of my
childhood with fond memories. We had what I thought was a large
house (but in reality was probably quite small) in Manoa Valley, a
residential section of Honolulu. It had an open front porch with
pillars and a back yard filled with mango trees and Liliko’i, a Hawaiian
fruit and a favorite island treat. It was a carefree time and I remember
the feeling of independence walking barefoot in a bathing suit to The
Outrigger Canoe Club on Waikiki Beach. George Vickers, the father
of my seven-year-old girlfriend, used to invite me to the club.

He was a wonderful guy and a terrific surfer. He gave me surfboard
lessons, which I appreciated, although it didn’t prove to have much
impact on my becoming a surfboard champion.

As for schooling, I somewhat jokingly like to refer to an occasion in
the first grade at the Hanahau’oli School in Honolulu. My teacher,
A.K. Cooke, was the wife of a bank president—a cousin-in-law of

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