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Hank Henderson Goes to FB Headquarters
Hank Henderson, born into a wealthy Seattle neighborhood, viewed Volunteer Park as his wonderland. Even though signs warned him from swimming in the reservoir, he plotted ways to sneak in. The amphitheatre sponsored summer shows that he and his parents attended religiously, but, best of all, was the red brick Water Tower. Hank repetitively ran up the five-story stairwell, constantly pushing to better his time. And, as his body filled in, he did improve.
But a restlessness hounded him, a sensation he identified as a side effect of being an only child, as if he missed his sibling tribe. School wasn't difficult, but it exacerbated the chronic restlessness with boredom. By the time he graduated from high school, located just ten blocks from home, he felt vaguely bursting at the seams and feared that choosing the Foster Business School on the UW Campus wasn't far enough away to find himself. Regardless, he decided to live at home and drive to and from campus, a ten-mile jaunt that crossed the Montlake Cut, where boats connected the Puget Sound, gateway to the ocean, with Lake Washington, gateway to the Cascade Mountains.
Signing up for a Self-Awareness summer class recommended by the Foster Business School, he met Ronnie, and his life began to make sense. First off, they shared a passion for racquetball, but more importantly, they shared a vision. Ronnie…
