You have to listen more than you talk. As you heard above, I love to talk. Anyway, back to my story. I became frustrated with the ridiculous sink design choices I had to offer my kitchen remodel clients. Double bowl sinks did not make sense to me, neither did single bowl sinks with the drain smack in the middle. The story is a bit more involved, but I will spare you the details. In short, I decided I could design a better sink!
You see, I came into this business with a different mind set than most sink manufacturers. I was a kitchen designer, not a sink maker nor a marketing specialist. After 19 years of constant learning, several sink design patents, and a great deal of hereditary hair loss, I am still in love with what I do.
I owe my talents to my family. I come from a multi talented extended family. My father, Lee Rachiele, is a retired clinical psychologist and business owner and was a child prodigy concert pianist. My mother, Rosalinda (Tucci) Rachiele, is a gourmet cook with a keen eye for design. She was a professional clothing designer and worked for the Singer corporation for a while. My uncle Frank Tucci was a well known architect in New York. My Uncle Stanley Tucci is a beloved retired art school teacher from Katonah, N.Y. Stanley's wife, Joan Tucci wrote a best selling Italian cookbook; Cucina & Famiglia. Their son is the actor, Stanley Tucci. My grandfather, Stanley Tucci Sr., came to the US at the age of 13, by himself with only $13. He was a granite stone cutter as a child and young adult and as an adult owned Stanley and Son's Memorials in Peekskill, NY. He designed and made granite monuments. I inherited his "Stonecutters Eye". I can look at a picture on the wall at any distance and tell if if is off level by as little as 1/8". No need for a level here! As you can see, talent was generously gifted throughout our family and I am a very thankful I was one of the beneficiaries.
I became an entrepreneur early in my life. While in college, in Pittsburgh, I was driving by a cemetery and noticed a large pond with what appeared to be hundreds of goldfish in it. I drove into the cemetery and was standing by the pond when the grounds-keeper came over to say hello. I asked him how all of the goldfish found their way into the pond. He shook his head in dismay and said the darn kids get sick of them at home and dump them here. I inquired if it would be okay if I took some. He said, "Take them all - they are a nuisance". I promptly went to the store, purchased some garbage bags, a large net and a loaf of bread and returned. The grounds-keeper was so enthralled by what I was doing that he actually helped. I ended up with well over 200 large goldfish - which I promptly sold to the local aquarium shops. I then noticed that the plants that were sold at the aquarium shops were the exact type that was growing in the pond. I returned a week later to the cemetery and found the grounds-keeper. I inquired about the plants. He laughed and said, "You really want to pick the weeds out of the pond?" I said "Sure!" I filled several garbage bags full of the "weeds", took them home, cleaned them and wrapped them into small bunches and tied them together with rubber bands. I sold each bunch for 49 cents - I had hundreds of sprigs and sold out quickly. There were enough plants at the cemetery for several trips over several months. The main plant life in the pond was lily pads and flowers. They were truly beautiful and were being choked out by these "weeds".
One last find... I noticed an area on the side of the road where the hillside had been blasted to make room for the road had some interesting looking rocks. I stopped to inspect them and found that they were green shale. They would look terrific in an aquarium. I loaded up my car with as many rocks as the car would hold and went around selling them (for months) to the local aquarium shops. They would actually put in orders for the rock delivery! So, those were my first ventures into capitalism and I had a ball!