“Ever wonder what it feels like to be a billionaire?”
We were riding in a horse-drawn carriage for the first time in our lives, clip-clopping up one of the Carriage roads in Acadia National Park.
My teenage son, Zach, was first to answer: “Dad, when you make your first billion you can tell us.”
The fall colors were breathtaking, and the autumn air some of the freshest a human being could breathe.
It was the same air and landscape that had once inspired John D. Rockefeller to build and protect this vast network of carriage roads.
“Okay, I’ll give you each twenty bucks for the gift shop,” I told Zach and his sister.
“Sweet,” they agreed.
No matter what our ATM balance was that day, on that timeless road, snuggled in the carriage together, we were the richest family in America.