What if your work mattered so much to you that – on your deathbed – you found yourself wishing for one more day at the office? A few years ago, I lost my father. In the months before his death, I had time to reminisce with him about his.
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I lost my Dad, Jay Earle, last week after a 6-month battle with cancer. Regular readers know my father’s stories: The skinny 1950s teen who played sax in a dance band with Warren Beatty, the 18-year-old who became a Chief Petty Officer in the Navy by volunteering for dirty jobs,.
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