Good morning/afternoon/night (it’s a Virgin Island thing.) My name is Steven Kazuo Nakano. Currently I live in St. Thomas, US Virgin Islands. I’m 37 years old and a third generation Japanese/American. Born and raised in Fresno, California USA with my sister Patricia/Tricia/Trish, my mom May, and dad Tim. This makes me what I would describe as a sushi wrapped Big Mac. Growing up was a mixture of city life and farming life. I spent half my time living in the city and half my time at one of two “Ranches.” My mom’s side of the family grew seasonal vegetables and my Dad’s side of the family grew grapes for raisins. Why I bring this up, is that I believe it was an integral part of who I am, or at least who I am not. What I learned was two things. One, there is no such thing as hard work when compared to farming. This has imbedded into me an unbelievable work ethic that has done me well. Two, I am not a farmer. Waking up and going to work before the sun came up, actually standing out in the field waiting for first light so that you can actually see what you were doing, coming home at dusk. I can actually identify the moment that I knew that I was not going to be a farmer when I grew up. I was probably 8 years old, taking a shower after a day on the ranch and looking down at the drain as a slick of mud rolled off my legs and into the drain. Ding, Ding, the bells went off and it hit me..... farming isn´t for me!!!

Travel wise, I have been lucky enough to have gotten a chance to live in some very pleasant locations. Lets see, California - (Fresno, Bakersfield (actually not a bad place), Sacramento, Rancho Cordova, Roseville, San Jose, Sunnyvale, (Bay area-San Francisco)), Nevada- (Reno/Lake ahoe), Hawaii- (Honolulu), Kansas- (Shawnee Mission (twice), Overland Park), Florida- (Key West), and now St.Thomas, USVI. Pretty much all work related moving. I am actually really good at what I do so when the company needs something improved, I go and improve.

The confidence to travel came from my parents love of camping. In the early years it was a little trailer pulled by a truck. Then that moved up to a class A style motorhome. To the present monolith, high tech, moving building. That’s a chunk of my inheritance, and possibly my new home when I get back. I forgot about that thing, when I get back I’m going to take that baby all over the States. Cool. Anyway’s, almost every weekend my parents would drag my sister, me and one of ten generations of poodles and head to either the beach or the mountains. That’s where the nomadic blood got started.

Well thats a start "about me", sure there's more but can't give it all up in the second entry.

For Mom- I'm happy. I know that I have not been the most endearing son, but the freedom that you gave me let me live a very exciting and dynamic life.