As I grow older, I pay less attention to what men say. I just watch what they do.
July 12, 2011
It’s amazing how emotion impacts memory; even if the emotion is not yours. It was 1947 and the emotional excitement was my father’s. The war was over and we were living in public housing, the project. My father excitedly brought me outside to see his prized purchase, a new car. It was the beginning of our journey into middle class, one that...
June 20, 2011
It was a warm summer day in downtown Boston in the 1960s. I had the top down on my burgundy 1966 Lincoln Continental convertible and sat in traffic listening to closing stock prices. The car, complete with black leather seats and suicide doors, was similar to the one in which Jack Kennedy had been shot three years earlier. As the stock...
April 19, 2011
“No! I can’t talk to you now. Call me another time,” bellowed the man on the other end of my phone. Despite the abruptness, the voice had sounded cultured … even upper class. But then why wouldn’t it? As a young broker, I had cold-called the Chief of Psychiatric Services of Harvard University. It was 1966 and my firm,...
March 09, 2011
Imagine building a house knowing that if you wanted electricity, you would also have to build your own electrical power plant! The amount of additional knowledge you would need is … unfathomable. The additional expense would be … incomprehensible. But that is what corporations have been doing for decades in their migration to new technology...
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