“I don't have anything new to offer this company. Why don’t I just hand it over to someone who can take it to the next level?” When I turn around from my stove, my son is staring at me with his brow pinched in anger. “You tell me I have to move on, and I have to start thinking about my future and you sit there and act like your life is already over. The dad I knew didn’t pass things along or act like anyone could do a better job than him. You built Wilde from the ground up. You knew innovation then, and you can still learn it now. So stop acting like you’re done. You’re not fucking done.”
