My Cardiologist Son Sent $150. My Manhattan Attorney Daughter Sent $1,000. The Nurse Was Ready to Sell Her Car

unavoidable.

I picked up my phone and called my oldest friend, Robert Ashford, my attorney for thirty-five years. “Robert, it’s Walter. I need your help with something unusual.”

He listened as I explained what I wanted to do. He tried to talk me out of it—that was the first thing he did. “Walter, you’re sixty-four years old. You’re talking about faking continue reading …