Dexter decided that his failure to make it into Boston’s upper society was not because he was a jackass. Instead, he decided it was because the city was too stodgy. So he upped stakes, told his posh neighbors where to shove it, and moved with his wife and family up the coast to Newburyport. There, a series of dumb luck breaks, each stranger than the one before, ensured that he became even richer than he already was.
A lifelong history buff, I developed a particular passion for WW2 history as a child, when I spent hours listening to my grandfather, enraptured, as he recounted his wartime experiences in the British East African Campaign and with the British 8th Army in North Africa.
I graduated with a history BA from George Mason University, then went on to get a JD from the University of Virginia School of Law. After lawyering for a decade, I moved to sunny Rio de Janeiro and a less demanding career, opening a tourism agency in Copacabana.
A big chunk of my free time is spent blogging (you can follow me on Quora https://www.quora.com/profile/Khalid-Elhassan ) or freelance writing, mostly about my favorite subject, history.
