AT MY DAUGHTER’S DINNER, HER HUSBAND SAID, “SECURITY-GET HIM OUT! HE DOESN’T BELONG AT THIS TABLE!” MY DAUGHTER WHISPERED, “DAD, JUST GO.” I HANDED HIM AN OLD KEY: “KEEP THIS.” 22 MINUTES LATER, THE PROPERTY MANAGER RAN IN: “MR. CALLOWAY, WE NEED THE OWNER.” THEIR SMILES DISAPPEARED!!
The first time my son-in-law called security on me, he did it at a dinner table built with my money. The second…