“That Bank Closed in the ’80s,” My Father Scoffed—The Account Was Very Much Still There

when I sit by that headstone and talk to the man who saved me without me even knowing I needed saving, I understand with perfect clarity that I’m the richest man in Cleveland. Not because of what’s in my bank account, but because of what’s in my heart—the lessons of a carpenter who built something more lasting than houses, who invested in something continue reading …