The dizziness hit me around my third cup of coffee, my hands going cold and clumsy like they belonged to a stranger, and I’d been telling myself for four months it was just stress finally cashing…
My name is Walter Nash, and I’m sixty-eight years old. Until a few weeks ago, I believed I had built something that would outlast me in the best possible way. For forty-four years, I ran Nash Mill Work, a custom furniture company I grew from a one-man garage shop in Asheville into a business that … Read more