I know a guy whose father owns a pop company (now public). They were low level billionaires, I think, certainly not millionaires. We could be hanging out and his dad would say he wanted to go fishing, suddenly we are limo’d to my place to pack and then private jet to a yacht. Other times, Europe. Had lunch at Picasso’s house with his daughter or sister or something where they shopped his art.
They are very generous and aware, running charities. They are no longer in Calgary.
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