Richard Rodman calls his life “One Lucky Life,” and after reading his story, it’s hard to argue. Born in Brooklyn in 1946 and raised behind his father’s paint store in New Jersey, Rodman worked through a string of early career setbacks — brokerage firms collapsing, fraud, false starts — before finding his footing in the investment business, a career that has now spanned nearly six decades.

Along the way, he built a marriage that lasted forty-three years, raised two daughters he’s fiercely proud of, bought and revived a legendary recording studio once host to artists like Billy Joel and Mick Jagger, became a bestselling author, and found his way to a second chapter of love and grandfatherhood later in life.

Written with humor, candor, and genuine gratitude, this memoir moves through nine decades of family, career, and hard-won wisdom — from an accordion-hating kid with a baseball mitt to a grandfather passing down life lessons to the next generation.

As Rodman puts it: “Did I mention I was lucky?”