The events in my last post, “TWO RABBITS, ONE DEAD,” recount the events of one bleak day in January 1995.
Everyone is entitled to a bad day once in a while. If those events of 21 years ago had represented just one isolated blip in the story of a triumphal family saga, it wouldn’t have been that big of a deal.
Sadly, it wasn’t just a one-off but was part of a frequently distressing pattern.
It didn’t start off that way, of course, when I began my career at Olcott International a different January a dozen years before that, in 1983.
As I have written in various posts like “SOMETHING ABOUT DAD, PARTS 1 AND 2” and “HEARTBREAKER,” Dad wanted me to join the family business even though various warning signs made me ambivalent toward the idea. After all, you should always know who your business partners are. If they’re your parents, you don’t need to do a background check to find out.
As an example, I can perform due diligence in my case by asking a few questions:
The Bernard Olcott Story 