My father, Robert Mercer, was a successful contractor in Connecticut. The kind of man who built things—houses, decks, the occasional garage workshop that became his personal kingdom. He built his identity the same way: carefully, methodically, with the unshakeable belief that his way was the only way that made sense.Sons carry the family forward. That was his axiom. Everything …
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