Hank is the only son of an Oakland, California, cement truck driver named Bob and a beauty contest winner from neighboring Fremont named Constance. His parents, both rock-ribbed Nixon Republicans, wanted better lives for their children and worked hard and pushed them to work hard, too. And they did.

Perhaps it was fate that decreed that Hank Campbell would come of age during the early golden days of what some euphemistically call the Reagan Era -- "Dutch" became his demigod and Reaganomics his mantra. In high school Hank named his 80,000 mile '72 Chevy Camaro SS 396 the "Supply Sider."

But Hank shrugged off the disappointment, enlisted in the Navy, took officer training, discovered he loved to fly, and ended up piloting "Prowlers" off of and onto aircraft carriers.

Although he spent most of his time protecting southern Florida, Hank got his shot at real action in the Gulf War. There, he picked up a few combat decorations, some scars hidden way down deep, and a whole new outlook on the "glory" idea of history.

Not long after he came out of the Navy, Hank met a perky little flight attendant named DeeDee who seemed to be life's answer to every question. Flush with his dreams of the future, Hank bought a "starter" condo outside Atlanta and started pricing engagement rings. Life looked great.

Desperate, knee-deep in his own living room, grasping at straws, Hank clutched at an old offer made by his former Navy crew chief, Jack Waller, rapidly re-prioritized his life-goals, and journeyed to Poco Cabesa to again seek his fortune.

But Hank's negative first impression is softened by an important and inadvertent introduction to spirited local resort operator, Emma Riley, and he made a snap decision (something alien to his character).

Hank decides to stay and make FTE a profitable enterprise, dragging Jack along kicking and screaming if he must.