built an investment fund.
Then the fund grew.
And grew.
By the time I met him, Daniel was the general partner of a firm managing several billion dollars.
He owned a townhouse in Manhattan for the occasions when work required him to be there.
But Vermont was where he preferred to live.
He kept bees.
Worked in his garden.
Built furniture in his woodworking shop.
And drove an old pickup truck because he liked it.
Daniel had money.
A lot of it.
But money wasn’t his personality.
That was precisely
