[contextly_auto_sidebar] His mother was a model. He was a 26-year-old officer driving around the jungle, giving bonus pay to his fellow Marines. Fifty years ago this week, the vehicle he was in rolled over a North Vietnamese land mine. His life would changed radically. And today, everything my father fought and nearly died for was assaulted by a scheming narcissist. … [Read more...]
Scott Timberg on Creative Destruction
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