It’d be difficult, if not impossible, to spend a week in Florida, especially at the launch of the holiday season, and not reflect on my dad. Although I was technically raised in Minnesota, by the time I came along (10 years after my then 10 year-old sister) my father was in the process of switching gears career-wise, so much of my upbringing was split between a lake and an ocean.
While he was the president of our most prominent city bank and a well-known investor in highly successful businesses across the nation, my dad was a simple man. A man who astutely believed in hard work, a man who loved nature, a man who befriended every person he encountered.
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