That’s the company Bea and I are helping our boys with. But Carolina, well, that’s another story.” “Yes, I remember.” She pictured a nattily dressed big man well into his eighth decade.
You remember me-I served on the Amalgamated board back when you wrote that report about the president we fired a few months later. “Okay, but who am I talking to?” she said. “Dee, we need your help,” came the plea in a soft drawl. Despite her many years of experience, she never ceased to be amazed at the dilemmas confronting people who mix genes and business. It was a Sunday night, but Dee, a longtime consultant to family businesses, couldn’t resist answering.
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