Striving

I was asleep in my tiny crib, still counting my age in days, when

the market crashed In October 1929. Years later, my mom joked

That few could lay claim to my fame as a bearer of bad Tidings!

My first awareness of the profound dislocation of millions arrived

in our drive in the guise of hoboes begging for food. As a boy of four,

I recall being in a store where one of our neighbors’ small sons pulled

on his Dads hand begging for ‘just a penny’.  His dad’s response lives

with me still: “Honey, Daddy ain’t got no penny”.  The market crash on

Black Tuesday had destroyed the ability of millions to provide for their

families. My own drive to survive and succeed had its roots in living  

through the slew of these events.  The crowning moment in this

progression was the Scholarship to The Harvard Graduate School

of Business awarded when I was graduated from The University of

 Notre Dame in South Bend Indiana. This event played a key role

In the remainder of my business life, one of manageable strife.