New York City
A trading floor at full volume, and a kid learning the price of a seat.

Twelve years in the writing
A Memoir of Inheritance and Defiance
A debut novel in the form of a memoir — Wall Street at full volume, a Niagara hillside lost to a bank, and one man's twenty-year refusal to let the matter rest.
"Some fights end not with a feeling but simply with the land finally, legally, being yours again."
Chapter Thirty-Four

The Book
It opens with a detour: a recruiting promise broken, an Ivy League acceptance evaporating with the coach who made it, and a young man fifteen miles from the US border on the Canadian side of Niagara deciding what he intends to do about it.
What follows runs from Cornell to Merritt, from Manhattan to Cuba, from the first vintage on the Niagara Lakeshore across from the Toronto skyline — the most coveted land in the Niagara Peninsula — to the morning a bank changed the locks on his father's hillside — and then through regulators, subpoenas, three judges and a jury.
Loosely inspired by the author's own life and presented as fiction, Walker Hall is finally a book about inheritance: what a man is handed, what is taken from him, and what he is willing to spend two decades getting back.
Inside
A trading floor at full volume, and a kid learning the price of a seat.
The bank changes the locks on a hillside his father built by hand.
Rock, root and weather — the slow arithmetic of making something real.
High society, and the quiet ways men are separated from their leverage.
Regulators, insurers, and a war fought entirely on paper.
Twenty years, twelve strangers, and an answer at last.

An Excerpt
"I made sure the hearse stopped once more at the vineyard on the way, at his favorite lookout point on the lake where he used to stand some evenings with a glass of his own wine and say nothing at all for twenty minutes at a stretch. I held a hand on the casket and whispered what I needed to say before we let him go, my eyes running the entire time even as I tried to hold myself together for everyone watching from their cars."
For my father, Anthony — who crossed a border on foot with nothing but a trade in his hands, and planted a hillside so his son would always have solid ground to stand on.
Publication
First Edition · 2026
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