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May 02
2011
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After he sold his company, WinterSilks, in 1990, businessman Frank Farwell started to think about writing a book about his experiences. He dictated his journals, notes, and memories into a tape recorder and had them transcribed, which, he says, “resulted in a hell of a mess: 1,500 unorganized pages that overflowed two cardboard file boxes. [It was] such an overwhelming sight that I left the file boxes in my office closet, untouched, for eight years. Every now and then I’d peek inside, only to recoil in horror.”
