I believed my father was a successful “investor” when I was growing up. At least that's what I told myself. He made a great deal of money, we lived in expensive homes and he always had plenty of cash. He spent money like water. But in my early twenties, suddenly things didn't look so good. We had started to have money problems. I came home from college because of money “to wait until his next deal came through”. That is when FBI agents began showing up at the house looking for Dad. My father was in trouble, but he kept telling us kids it would be alright. “The Feds were after him”, he said, but he would beat them, “they had the wrong guy.” That was his standard response when something w …
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