MY SON HIT ME 30 TIMES IN FRONT OF HIS WIFE… SO THE NEXT MORNING, WHILE HE WAS SITTING IN HIS OFFICE, I SOLD THE HOUSE HE THOUGHT WAS HIS

all over California. I have negotiated with unions, survived recessions, buried friends and seen too many people mistake money for character.

This is the story of how I sold my son’s house… while he was still sitting at his desk believing his life was untouchable.

It was a cold Tuesday in February when I drove to his birthday dinner.

I parked two blocks continue reading …