We were a normal American family, normal being a relative term of course. My mother was an elementary school teacher as well as a professional violinist. My father was a journalist, teacher and High School Principal. We were average kids growing up in the suburbs of Los Angeles. What precipitated the sudden move to American Samoa my brother, sister and I speculate, but with three children in tow our parents sold the house, put belongings in storage and hopped a plane for a little island in the South Pacific. Neither had ever been there. Everyone told them it was crazy. By average standards it was crazy. We’ve all been a little nuts ever since. Read more »