At My Son’s Wedding in Portland, the Bride Looked Me in the Eye and Declared, “Starting Tomorrow, You’re No Longer Family — I’m the One Who Decides Now” — I Just Smiled and Handed Her a Gift-Wrapped Folder That Proved I’d Already Decided the Future of Their “Empire”
The Architecture of a Legacy For decades, I worked in silence to build what my son, Marcus, jokingly referred to…