I’ve lived in a lot of places, California, Rhode Island, Arizona, New York City, Austin, New Mexico and Fort Worth. From childhood to college and banker to entrepreneur, I bounced coast to coast and landed in Texas in search of my professional destiny. A search that made me a serial husband without children.
But now that my career days are behind me and my evolution is complete, I’m confident that my third marriage is forever. Best of all, in this final stage I’m a stand-in grandfather for 9.
So I’m the same person who grew up in California, but of course I’ve been influenced by every place I've been and every life experience I've had. It’s as if I've got the same body updated by real time modifications to my operating system. I believe that the older you get, the wider view you have. So I’ve got a really good view. Almost horizon to horizon. But it's hard to understand what I’m watching today based on what I’ve been watching for past 70 years.
My memories of growing up in California bring more smiles than frowns. For years I dismissed some unpleasant family memories of my early adulthood. Then, while rummaging through a trunk of family papers recently, I found some letters that added another perspective to the memories of family dynamics that I’ve been suppressing.
The letters I found revealed financial matters and business struggles that I never knew about. They’ve been waiting 30 years since my father’s death for me to find them. And they put a lot of things into a new perspective. I can’t decide if the facts are so compelling, or if age and experience has made me able to understand now what couldn’t have at a younger age. But that really doesn’t matter. I’m just glad I know. There’s something about redemption that makes it much more powerful than revenge. At a certain age redemption replaces revenge. I think I’m at that age.