Craig Berland remembers his father once calling him over. He was about ten years old and after school he helped on the farm in the small town in Kansas where his father kept cattle and grew grain. He had to talk to him, his father said, and then go to the farmhouse and the land shown. What, he asked his son, was his most valuable possession? Not the house. Not the country. “My honor,” the father said. That shaped him, says Craig. He tried to live by it.
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