“Your Kids Can Eat at Home,” My Dad Said—So When the Waiter Returned, I Stood Up – The Archivist

back when he was young and idealistic and hadn’t yet made his first fortune. We’d met exactly once, six years earlier, at a classified Pentagon briefing where he’d been brought in as a civilian consultant on cyber warfare protocols and emerging technological threats.

We weren’t close friends. We didn’t exchange Christmas cards or meet for coffee.

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