“We’re Demolishing Your Beach House,” My Dad Said—Then the Development Board Shut It Down

He was the kind of man who called himself an entrepreneur because he knew the right people and had never been told no by anyone who mattered.

“Still in denial,” he said, shaking his head with theatrical disappointment. “Classic Maya.” He leaned over the railing, looking out at the ocean like he was auditioning for a lifestyle magazine. Then he looked continue reading …