He says outright that his property investments never produced what he expected and that his attempts at network marketing were abysmal failures. Ron Barlow was approaching retirement before he made any plan at all, and he tells you that rather than implying otherwise.
Most of what he wrote is memoir. A childhood of passed notes and snickering at the back of a classroom, a Good Friday hike to a waterfall with wieners and beans over a fire, the arrival of rock and roll and the parents appalled by it, and a hard series about being bullied and what that leaves in a person.
Canadian football gets a run of its own, including a fog bowl, a mud bowl and a national trophy reaching a hundred.
The business posts ask why you are writing a blog at all, and how to make a genuine connection on a platform built to prevent it.
Twenty two posts. Read the memoir, because that is where he is actually good.