Dismissed For Lacking A Degree, I Let My Life Speak For Itself – The Archivist

He was gone. Heart attack, the email said. Quick, painless, no warning. He’d been sixty-three years old, still running his defense contracting company with the same ruthless efficiency he brought to everything else in his life.

The funeral had already happened—I’d attended three days earlier, standing in the cold rain at a cemetery overlooking the continue reading …