My adopted father is the product of a failed publishing empire in Denmark. The family split in two in the twenties. My Grandfather came to Canada and recieved two PhDs then quickly died of a massive heart attack. Forced to make ends meat, my father joined the military as an officer. Due to the influence of his aristocratic lines, he was not concerned with the daily financial matters of middle class America. Consequently, I had to pay for my education out of pocket.
Poor me
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I did, however, grow up on the coast of Nova Scotia (Not far from Cape Cod). However, my experience was closer to a Herman Melville novel than Fitzgerald.