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Oakland/The Town/The Big O/Oaktown/Yay Area

 

  I buried my dad the last time I was home. When I walked back into the house there was no one there. It was quiet and the feeling that dad was not home made me feel lonely. But shortly after that feeling, I could hear him telling me "It's good to see you but don't waste your time thinking about me. I'm fine! You've got so many other things to worry about. Did you come on business? I'm glad you stopped by to see your mom. How long are you gonna be here? Hurry...


The Brand

I can remember running around our home in Oakland, CA. A small green home in the 20s. Not the best neighborhood either. Neighborhood fights and mean streets kept us on our toes. My parents were immigrants to the U.S. arriving just a few short years before my older brother and I were born. It would be later in life that I would learn about the many years leading up to their arrival to the U.S. It would be the late 60s, early 70s. Suffice it to say, it is a remarkable story and one that embodies what IKUNA is all...