A life together

Any married couple should have the kind of relationship that Ronald and Nancy Reagan had.  Pure love, devotion, trust and complete commitment. You could see it in their faces. They were inseparable, even when they were apart. He called her morning, noon and night...no matter where he was in the world, they talked to one another. They sought approval and found solace in every situation they encountered. Her passing is a landmark for the 21st Century.

I did not vote for Ronald Reagan in his first term but in his second, the choice between him and Walter Mondale was not a hard one. Nancy campaigned hard in both his bids and I'm sure played a key role in his wins.

Twice I met him. Once when he was president and I was fortunate to be acting as the western West Wing of the White House on his way to China, thanks to long time friend and mentor William Ruckelshaus. But the first time I was introduced was when he was governor of California. That encounter was special. It was on the field of the Rose Bowl on New Year's Day.

My Alma Mater Indiana University has only been to the Rose Bowl one time in its history and I was working for the athletic department at the time.while in graduate school. I was asked to be an on-the-field spotter for the NBC Sports crew covering the event.

Before the game while we were setting up, Governor Reagan walked around the stadium and came by the TV crew to say hello. I don';t know if he colored his hair (which was a topic of conversation in those days) but I was struck by the fact that it looked orange not red then...must have been the sun.

When I was introduced to him,.his response to meeting me was something I cannot forget. "Dan (It was said he was good with names), I would like for you to meet my wife Nancy. She's not much of a football fan but she's learning" Turning the conversation over to her made us all more comfortable and we had a great talk. Nancy asked me where home was and I said Washington, DC.  Her comeback was "Maybe we'll see you there someday." I still think she already had her eyes on the prize. What a gracious person she was.

Spending your life with another person is truly an adventure.  It's listening and learning and giving and getting. When you grow up together there is no stronger bond. I like to think that Jane and I have found that and I wish it for all of us.

Ron and Nancy had that connection. Her passing will bring them back together someplace somewhere. Their love will go on. RIP.

Six to Go

Going to the movies still makes me think of fried longhorn cheese and boiled ham sandwiches. My love affair with motion pictures began when I started primary school. All my summer vacations were spent on my grandparents farm, no matter where my career military father was stationed.

Saturday was shopping day for my grandmother and she needed at least 5 hours in town to get all the errands done. One of her most important stops was a trip to the butcher shop where she bought the makings for the those ham and cheese sandwiches. On weekdays at noon, she fried them with butter in a cast iron skillet for everyone taking a break from their chores. Ice cold, fresh milk from that morning capped off a hard-to-beat midday treat..

On the trip to town, what safer place in those days was there to park me for several hours than the Bijou Theater watching movies while she was shopping. I loved it. With a box of jujubes, a barrel of popcorn and good front seat in the balcony, I was set for the day. Although there were plenty of double features, I could watch the same movie two or three times, finding my favorite character and memorizing the dialogue. It just seemed natural.

I was hooked in no time. I really got interested by middle school and that's when I began to pay attention to the Academy Awards, By high school, I had a system and some rules. First of all, I had to see all the Best Film nominees, then Best and Supporting Actor and then Best Director.  I've added Best Song, Best Foreign Film and, now, just for my good friend Laszlo, I make sure I've seen all the Best Cinematography nominees.

With the Academy expanding the categories, especially Best Picture, it makes for quite a few movies to see. Another of my latter day rules is that I have to see the movies in a theater on a big screen.  DVDs are for "touch-up" watching where I'm focusing on a particular scene, character or bit of dialogue that I particularly like  When a film is good, there is no limit to the number of times I can watch it. I've already seen this year's "The Revenant" four times just to watch the amazingly scary grizzly bear scene.

In recent years, the proof of the pudding comes at my friend Laszlo's Academy Award party. You have to dress like a character from one of the nominated films and bring a covered dish. We vote on every category and we've had some 100% winners and several ties. Laszlo is an amazing film-maker, Academy-nominated and multiple Emmy-winning, he's opened so much about the film world to me. He and his now-departed Hungarian compatriots, who escaped together during the revolution there, all became giants in the Hollywood film industry. I've been fortunate to sit beside him in the executive producer and writer's chair on 8 documentary projects over the past three decades. I feel like I've earned a degree in film-making and it's made me love film even more.

Since I started my journey through film land, I've roughly calculated watching more than 3,000 films (not counting multiple-viewings). Film transports me to other worlds. Travelling, as I always have in my job, allows me to fill those empty evenings with a trip to someplace I've never been.  I have six films left to complete this year's list before the Red Carpet is rolled out on Sunday afternoon. With Jane strolling the beaches of Carmel-by-the-Sea with her girlfriends, I'll be able to grab my #1 big popcorn and drink and do some back-to-back watching this weekend to reach my goal.  I can almost smell the ham and cheese sandwich sizzling in the skillet already.

Too close for comfort...

It's one of those stories that never goes away.  Every February, there comes a mention of the kidnapping of Patty Hearst. It was a moment in time near the end of the Vietnam War that summed up the frustration and anger that had built up during that futile conflict. Even my career military father, then working for the government as a civilian, was at his wits end trying to figure a way out to no avail.

Three of the Hearst kidnappers were in school with us at Indiana University. Bill and Emily Harris and Angela Atwood found each other in California being drawn into the movement known as the Symbionese Liberation Army. Bill was a close friend of mine from high school who I helped coax into attending IU. Angela Atwood, or  Angel as we knew her, was a sorority sister of my wife Jane and sang in a campus band that I sometimes played with and managed for local gigs.

Bill and Emily and Angel were more like the rest of us at the time than you could imagine. We were all away from home, each beginning to find our way into the next part of our lives. Bill dropped out of school, joined the Marines and went to Vietnam. When he returned, he had indeed moved on but, unfortunately, the war sent him into a very dark place.

In the fall before the kidnapping, I spent some time with Bill at a campus outing and I could see the effects of his Vietnam tour beginning to bubble to the surface. He was very outspoken about the government and the affable personality that I had known from years earlier had been consumed by distress and negative emotions.

When the names of those associated with the kidnapping, who died in a house fire and shootout with the police, were released,  I had to listen twice to believe that Angel was one of those who was killed. And then in almost the same breath came the names of Bill and Emily Harris, who had escaped the fire with Patty. I simply could not believe what I was hearing. It just couldn't be THE Bill Harris...MY Bill Harris.  But it was.

The story goes on for decades. Initially, there were FBI phone taps, mail being opened and inspected, interviews with friends and family and regular check-ins with the agents in charge.Even midnight face-to-face encounters seeking refuge with some of us who were close to him. Then, two years later, Bill and Emily and Patty were captured.. There were trials and hearings and jail sentences all around. Pieces and parts of the story continue to resurface on a regular basis, even into the new millennium.

I wrote to Bill in prison during his first incarceration. His mental state at that time was still somewhere in the outland and clearly hard to track. Today, he is circulating amongst our old cohort from time to time, living now in Hawaii and seemingly doing fine.

The feelings and emotions that were in the heads of young people then were treading a very fine line. It was clearly too close for comfort. Our country is walking a line like that again today. And it's the young people who are a force to be reckoned with.  I hope we can get our priorities in focus and find our way down the right road. We are setting the stage for years to come..

Number 145

Somewhere up around Channel 300-something on basic cable, Neil Patrick Harris is still child-prodigy Dougie Howser, MD. At the end of each show, Dougie would sit down at his computer and, in two or three sentences, sum up the moral of the story. I was always impressed by that. It was an online journal...a log, if you will. On the worldwide web, it became a web log and then was eventually shortened to simply a blog.

In this, the 145th edition of whatever you want to call these missives that I've been posting for almost eight years, I'm still searching for the moral of the story. Today's blogs are mostly reiterations of basic business principles or lists of five or ten things that the author has learned or discovered from his or her vast corporate or start-up background. Some time ago, I made the decision not to jump into this myriad of wisdom-filled ramblings. I enjoy much more taking a look at the world around us and relating pieces of my life that at least contribute to the search for a moral to the story.  It's not business.  It's personal.

These and all my social postings do not go to the "public at large". I doubt the world cares much about little ol' me. "Friends" has become a very loose term online for many today but I do try to keep track of who receives my writings. And I'm always quick to say that the delete key is only an inch away, should you have no interest in the subject...or me.

As 2015 comes to a close, travel has been on my mind.  Year-end is a big travel season and, throughout my life, it has been consumed by travel. To a great degree, travel has been a means to an end. Culture, sport and art have all influenced my personality and the exposure that travel offers to the differences in all of us brings a richness to life that is hard to find any other way.

That said, travel is not what it used to be but it's still there. We may have to take more care in how and where we travel.  But that experience, whether it's for business or pleasure, close to home or thousands of miles away, makes us more aware of those around us who look at the world differently than we do. And, with a little effort, we may learn to, at least, understand why they think the way they do.

Travel has found friends for me in places I had never been before.  Some of those people don't speak the same language. Some don't have the same ideals. Some have a spiritual way to live life that is most enviable. Some have shown me that catching a fish symbolizes all the challenges we face.

Travel has allowed me to witness history when Nelson Mandela was elected president of South Africa and when Phil Ershler became the first American to climb Mt. Everest from the Chinese North side. I've listened to Mozart Symphonies in the Salzburg town square and I've watched a sushi chef pound a ten-penny nail into the head of a live eel, immediately cut a filet out of the fish's side and offer it to me on the end of the knife. There's no hesitation. You just eat it (chewy!).

When I sat next to Thor Heyerdahl at dinner in a small french village, all the adventurer, who sailed 8000 km across the Pacific Ocean on a raft, wanted to talk about was Seattle and the Space Needle. Travel makes you curious.  And I just keep getting curiouser and cursiouser. The mode of travel is what is causing most concerns today. Travel by air, train and auto all have their dangers.  Even cycling and walking are hazardous in some locales. I can't stop though.  I'm not afraid. I'm cautious and aware but the value is too high to refrain from it.

Just a few days ago, Jane and I were walking a remote beach in the Hawaiian Islands when we encountered another couple. We wanted to trade photos of each other with our cell phones.  In what was good English in my mind, the gentleman told me they were French but he thought he understood.  We traded phones and took pictures of each other. I pulled out my pidgin French from the recesses of my mind and told them we were from Seattle. They nodded "oui" to the reference,

Then I ventured on to try and say that we had flown a huge French flag on top of the Space Needle after the Paris terrorist attack.  Again they nodded and said they were from Paris. Finally I said we had the French Consul deliver that flag to the president of the Eiffel Tower just a week before. After a moment of thought, the reply with a smile was "Nous avons vu le drapeau a Paris...Merci beau coup." (We saw the flag in Paris.  Thank you very much.)

That is why travel means so much to me.  I would not trade that experience for anything. I hope that 2016 brings good health and happiness to all of us. And that our world becomes a more peaceful and safe place. Travel will definitely be in my future and I hope it's in yours. Keep on, keeping on. And look out for Number 146.

Taking a chance...

Investing in the stock market is not much different than putting your money in a slot machine at the local casino. It's a game of chance.I'm much more of a mutual fund guy, who spreads his money across the field but, every once in a while, I'm coaxed into rolling the dice.

For a few years, I headed the investor relations department during my corporate days and spent many waking hours working with the New York Stock Exchange and the institutional analysts who feed the machine. During one of my weekly visits to the Big Apple, I got into a conversation with one of the market soothsayers about the movies.

I love movies.  They are a true escape for me. So, when the guy in the other overstuffed chair said, "Hey, I've got a movie tip for you,", I listened. It seemed that 20th Century Fox had been on the downslide with a series of box office disasters and was relying on movies like "Smokey and the Bandit" to keep the cash flowing. But my colleague said that the studio had decided to take a real flyer, literally and figuratively.

Space movies were not even in the lexicon at the time and one with an ensemble of unknown actors and a director with barely a decent credit to his name seemed far from a good bet. My friend said he didn't know much about the film himself but one his co-workers in Hollywood had read the script and seen some sample footage that looked pretty exciting.

If it hadn't been a movie, I'm sure my interest would have ended then. And if I hadn't like "American Graffiti" from director George Lucas, I wouldn't have gone one step further. But if the studio, with its stock selling for $6 a share, was taking a gamble on this film, why shouldn't I?

The film, which hadn't been named at the time, would come out in theaters in a year. If nothing unusual  happened before its release and I still felt uncomfortable after a few months, I figured I could get my $6 a share back before it tanked.

I really need to finish this story now. I did invest. At $600 per block of stock, all I would be losing was a new car. There was really no great fanfare for "Star Wars" the movie until it hit the theaters. As it turned out, it was a game changer for the film business. It's wide release across the county set the standard for blockbuster films for years to come.

20th Century Fox stock doubled in a week.  It tripled in six weeks and a year later, it was four times what I paid for it. 21st Century Fox, the parent of the film studio now owned by Rupert Murdoch, is still selling for $28 a share.  It no longer owns the Star Wars franchise. That has gone to Disney. But it still holds the rights to the first 3 movies in the series.

I haven't taken too many flyers in the stock market and certainly never expected this one to do what it did. A movie that you can see in a theater and hear people talk about is much more fun to me than investing in the latest app or a new processor. Don't worry, the 401K is still mostly in mutual funds...but I did invest in Marvel Comics before the Avenger series was brought to the screen by my old friends at 20th Century.  The latest news is that Disney is buying out Marvel stock at a 30% premium.

It's a good thing that I just like movies. But I've at least had two fun rides on the roller coaster I'll see you in line as "The Force Awakens".  I'll be the one with the blue light saber and the smile on my face.

The Kiosks of Paris

When my career-military father was first stationed at the Pentagon, our next door neighbor was a French diplomat. He and his wife soon became fast friends with my parents. They were gracious people and home was Paris. When they made their first trip back to France after moving to DC, I asked them to bring me back their favorite souvenir. Not knowing what that would be and not yet having the palette for fine french wine, I anxiously awaited their return.

A few days after they got back, Marie came over for coffee with my mom and said she had found the perfect souvenir. It was a metal cylinder covered with airline ads. On top was a sort of crown and appropriately for the time, when you pulled it open, it was a cigarette holder. The highlight was a music box inside that played "The Last Time I Saw Paris"..

I have to admit, for the kid I was and because I had never been to Paris then, I was not impressed.  I politely thanked her and then asked her what it was. "It's a kiosk, They are all over the city. It's like one of your billboards. It makes us think of home" "Great," I said, 'Thanks again."

At the time, I still didn't really get it but, today, decades later, that kiosk has a place of honor on my desk at home. It symbolizes the adventure that travel has been for me Encountering new places and people. Speaking new languages. Learning to eat escargot and tripe. The differences in culture and customs around the world have literally changed my life for the better.

Jane and I have come to love Paris. We have gotten to know the arrondissements well. We can lose ourselves in the Tuileries and Luxembourg Gardens or just lie on the grass in the mall for hours.  It's easy to fall in love with life there.

If you can't tell, I'm trying to get my mind moving in a positive direction. The tragic happenings around the world are screaming at me every time I turn on the TV or the radio. I've been in Paris this time of year. It's perfect weather for a stroll. The neighborhood shop keepers even cater a bit to the Thanksgiving urges of the ex-pats there. It's time to come out of our holes and see the sun.

As troubling as the events of the past few days have been, I know that somehow Paris and its people will survive this horror and be stronger for it. I've checked on our friends there and they are well...sad and angry but well. I can't wait to sit on the sidewalk at one of our favorite Parisian cafes in the afternoon, watch the people and traffic go by while reading the posters on the Kiosk across the street. Parisians know better than anyone that nothing is more important than living life. Vive la France.

Women

When Marty Hoey pulled me out of a crevasse on Mt. Rainier, where I had been hanging upside down for a few long hours, the fact that she was a woman had nothing to do with my elation. I was happy to be back on solid ground and it was mostly thanks to Marty. Her skill as a climber and a guide was a match for anyone. She was a great athlete and arguably the best woman climber in the country at the time..

Throughout my career, I have encountered a number of remarkable women and it was what they could do that made them remarkable It was not because they were women..

I've recently had the opportunity to spend some time with several
members of the US Soccer World Champion Women's National Team. It was quite clear to me that these were athletes of the highest caliber.  Superior abilities, great team work, focused, driven and affable, all at the same time. Carli Lloyd, Julie Johnston and Hope Solo were a true reflection of the power of women's sports today. Being around them captured the unbridled enthusiasm of teammate Megan Rapinoe, who, when you watch her play, makes you want to kick a ball so hard.

The women athletes that I've gotten to know were setting their own standards. Making a comparison to men was not a goal.  World famous sled dog racer Susan Butcher fashioned an amazing life for herself. Her dogs were at the center of it. She even fought off a rabid moose for hours to protect her dogs. For Susan, Alaska's Iditarod Race was the ultimate prize.  She took it home 4 times and proudly stood up to every man in the field.
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Solo sailor Isabelle Autissier pushed her boat to its limits, finishing some of the 'round the world legs of her races days ahead of all her rivals. She's an icon in ocean racing and when a rogue wave capsized her boat and literally tore it apart in the southern ocean, the entire fleet of racers went to her rescue before they would continue.

Whether there was a Title IX in American sports or not, women were bound to come into their own in sports. And that;s only looking at one piece of the puzzle...in school, in business, in science and in the arts, women are making their mark and doing it in style.With role models like these, how lucky can young girls be.

When we recently did a pacesetter climb of the Space Needle before the first Base2Space stair climb, two young ballerinas from Pacific Northwest Ballet pushed the only person ahead of them, who was a guy from the Seattle Sounders soccer team, to the limit. Three more flights and they would likely have passed him.

I consider myself very fortunate to have gotten to know and work with some incredible members of the "fairer sex" (I'm guessing that's a term that some guy thought up.). Whether it was Helen Thayer, who walked solo with her dog Charlie to the magnetic North Pole, or Sarah Doherty, who climbed Mt. McKinley after losing a leg at 13 to a drunk driver, there are goals to achieve and challenges to conquer that women will tackle just as forcefully as men, physiology aside..

Unfortunately, we'll never know if Marty Hoey would have been the first American woman to climb Mt. Everest, as many of us expected that she could be.  When our team went to the mountain through China for the first time in decades, Marty fell to her death in a tragic accident high up as they were heading for the summit. Years later, I worked with Stacy Allison, who achieved that honor with visions of Marty's commitment in her mind.

When tennis great Billie Jean King started her magazine called WomenSports, I was one of the first subscribers. With that inaugural subscription came a t-shirt in the mail which I have kept all these years.  On it is a soccer ball and the words "WomenSports has balls".  You can argue the metaphor but the sentiment is right and I have to admit I believe it to be true. I'm happy to say some of my best friends are women. And that's a very good thing.