he said.
I waited.
“When I started in commercial real estate, I was the only guy in my office whose dad wasn’t a doctor or a lawyer or a developer,” he said. “Everybody was from Myers Park or Raleigh or Atlanta. They’d talk about their parents’ boats and their parents’ clubs and their parents’ places in Highlands. And somebody asked me once, at a dinner, what my dad did. And I said ‘construction.’ And they all nodded like they thought he owned a company.”
He looked down at the table.
