Success Stories of a Failure Analyst

<p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>MY FATHER-IN-LAW WAS BORN IN 1938 in a house without a toilet in a flyspeck of a town in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. His grandfathers were both lumberjacks. His father was a plowman. If anything was expected of Franklin St. John at all it was that he would follow one of those two career paths. Instead through more quirks of fate that can quickly be recounted he became of all things a metallurgical engineer. . . .</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)> </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)> What he sees as a personal account of random events that happened to him I view as a story of 20th century America itself. He is a legitimate rags-to-riches tale a Horatio Alger story-the sort of character who isn't much seen outside of fiction. He's the American Dream made flesh a popular myth come to life.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)> </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)> You're that rarest of things I told him. Something people talk about all the time but hardly ever encounter: A self-made millionaire.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)> </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)> This book by LA Times best-selling author Greg Olear is that story.</span></p>