“$1,000 A Year, If Your Brother Approves,” My Dad Said. Then A Courier Knocked With A $2.4 Million Check.

mostly—Lockheed, Raytheon, General Dynamics. I’ve been buying since I made Lieutenant Commander twenty years ago.”

Candice stared at me as if I’d just removed a mask. “You… you invest?”

I almost laughed. “Aggressively. For two decades.”

My father’s face drained of color. “You have millions?”

“About eleven million,” I said. “Could be twelve by now. The continue reading …