Where It All Began
As a child, I would visit my Abuela in the mountains of Panama. Just down the road, an older gentleman would turn old tires into brightly painted animals reds, greens, yellows each one more whimsical than the last. He’d line them up by the roadside for passing tourists, and I’ll never forget the look on people’s faces. Pure happiness. Pure smiles. That memory stuck with me. It planted the seed for USA Planter.