There was no plan. Or plan B, for that matter. Just a Mad Dreamer and a mad dream. An idea and no idea how to do it. A trip to New York. A euphoric night at Empire in Brooklyn. A phone call to Buenos Aires. My dad (Flipper) and Denny Cordell found an old bowling alley on the corner of Santa Monica and La Cienega, Kosh sketched a logo on a diner napkin, and my mom packed up five kids, three suitcases and got on a one way from London to L.A. We were starting a skating rink...