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NO INTERNET THAT MORNING
NO INTERNET THAT MORNING
Tuesday, September 11, 2001, was a beautiful clear, crisp morning in New York City. The summer’s heat had dissipated, replaced by fresh and invigorating breezes from the north. The character of daylight had changed, too, as it always does after Labor Day. Gone were the sweltering chords of sunlight at some Godforsaken hour. Sol’s light had already become softer, later in the morning, and more…
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FLIGHTS OF FANCY, PART 2
FLIGHTS OF FANCY, PART 2 - Bill Cunningham riffs on my Grandmother Margaux Alain in his memoir Fashion Climbing! How does a fashion designer inspire herself in her salon?
I continue from last week’s post FLIGHTS OF FANCY, PART 1 with Bill’s very unexpected description of my Grandmother, Margaux Alain, at work in her salon. Notice the use of the Prussian Frau Landlady as a foil:
The French dressmaker was a constant revelation to Frau Landlady. In the coldest days of winter, the dressmaker would be bitching up a storm about the lack of heat when the landlady would…
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FLIGHTS OF FANCY, PART 1
FLIGHTS OF FANCY, PART 1 When Bill Cunningham tells a tale, people listen! A true story of a New York life!
Just because I was a schmo working at Polo Ralph Lauren who sold twenty fugly ties to Elton John (and pants to Carl Sagan) didn’t make me a fashion genius. Sure, I could match neckties to shirts, but look at what I was working with – Mr. Lauren made it easy!
No one in my family had any significant interactions with Ralph (my inconsequential meeting aside). But we did enjoy a relationship with…
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NEW TREATMENT CONCEPT FOR DEMENTIA A reader sent this to me today and I think it's worthy of your consideration. Do you think this would work? Why or why not?
AFTERMATH, OR GINGER'S RIDE
AFTERMATH, OR GINGER'S RIDE A wrap up of the blog equating Mustangs with life.
This is Ginger, a peppy, lively 1966 Ford Mustang.
Ginger was a present I bought myself in April 1992 for less than $7,000. A corn farmer in Minnesota had bought the car disassembled and completed a loving restoration, using the original color, navy blue metallic. He trailered the car from the Midwest to Weehawken and unloaded it in front of the office one Saturday morning.
She had a grippy 3…
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AFTERMATH
will be my next post as I attempt to wrap up this phase of The Bernard Olcott Story.
I am grateful to the handful of my Father’s friends who have shown up from time to time to contribute a comment or two on these electronic pages. Whether I agree with their point of view is irrelevant — my Dad touched many people during his life here.
Remember: I wouldn’t be here without him. And you would be…
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WHY I READ THIS BLOG: ARTFULNESS FOLLOWS LIFE
WHY I READ THIS BLOG: ARTFULNESS FOLLOWS LIFE
Today, I present you with another guest post from my friend Ned McDonnell who sends this missive to me from his current residence in Tunis, Tunisia. Obviously, I am somewhat embarrassed by his praise of my writing. I mean, I am just a schnook on the internet with a blog.
But I did try to weave a number of connections into my stories of times past so that I was not just writing about my own…
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HOW TO DEAL WITH A PARENT OR BOSS SUFFERING FROM DEMENTIA
HOW TO DEAL WITH A PARENT OR BOSS SUFFERING FROM DEMENTIA
Dementia is a dreary affair or topic in life, much less a blog.
My readers will appreciate that I have tried to dress it up by adding all kind of stories about nostalgic New York, travelogues on Kansas, Japan, the Bahamas, and Lithuania, multiple marriages, America’s Cup, and business school write-ups of niche industries.
Kudzu-eating goats even pitched in to help me out on my last entry, THE…
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THE FINEST ESCAPE, PART 2
THE FINEST ESCAPE, PART 2 A most unexpected escape route presented itself. And I took it!
I guess solutions to problems make themselves known in the strangest and the most unexpected of circumstances. Like flying mouses.
Take my Dad, for example (or Please!). He had made his greatest escape from his under-privileged origins as a Merchant Marine. Sailor that he was, though, he was not able to elude the imprisonment of old age infirmities. In later life, as my prison warden, I, too,…
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THE FINEST ESCAPE, PART 1
THE FINEST ESCAPE, PART 1
Yup, this is a repeat. But it sets the stage for my new story THE FINEST ESCAPE, PART 2 due next week.
The Bernard Olcott Story started off 2016 with a rewrite of my post “THE LOST WEEKEND” focusing on the Academy Award (and Cannes!) winning movie of the same name from 1946. That post promised the following stories to come:
• the biggest movie of 1946 (THE LOST WEEKEND), • the 3rd Avenue El(incl…
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THE NEW BUSINESS OF PATENT ANNUITIES
THE NEW BUSINESS OF PATENT ANNUITIES
Above: Lincoln’s Inn as seen from Lincoln’s Inn Fields, London.
Up for today is my Harvard Business School (“the charm school on the Charles”) case study about the industry my Dad created — international patent renewals!
As the 1960s progressed, Dad’s new business quickly subsumed his “normal” patent practice. He did keep working for some select inventors who intrigued him but spent most of his…
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THE CALL (AKA FLYING MOUSE STORY)
THE CALL (AKA FLYING MOUSE STORY) How long did I have to wait for my call of redemption? Until mouses did fly!
So, when my cell phone lit up, with an unknown Caller ID number, I knew it had to be in response to my ad in The New York Times as tech talent available for contract work. “Your hands on the keyboard.”
Who was it?
Boutros Boutros Ghali (Secretary General of the United Nations at the time)? No, it wasn’t. No, it wasn’t.
Edward Olcott calling collect for Bernard Olcott? Not that time.
My Dad? He…
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PANOPLY OF SWAGGER, PART 3
PANOPLY OF SWAGGER, PART 3
The third of the PANOPLY series. Actually, it continues from my post “PAIR OF DEUCES, PART 4“
So, I zeroed in for the kill. This was gonna be a drop kick in my local Kangaroo Court. There was no way I was gonna lose this case. My first victory. Imagine that!
“Dad, that’s a Drop-Down button,” I corrected him sternly. Precision was more than past due in our software efforts.
“Pop-Up button,” he…
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PANOPLY OF SWAGGER, PART 2
On October 19, 1987, while the stock market was tanking, I called my deadbeat stock broker to place a trade. "I want to short you guys 100 shares" I said to his trading assistant. I was annoyed. I had good reason to be.
THE CALL will be ready to go next week. In the the meantime, please enjoy this continuation of the PANOPLY series. This part 2 elaborates on my post, “SCRATCH ON THE POOL TABLE OF LIFE,” and goes on from there.
People who marched to Dad’s doorstep with investment ideas, at first, were either extraordinarily interesting or entertaining.
Take Huntington Hartford, for instance. Though unknown to…
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PANOPLY OF SWAGGER, PART 1
PANOPLY OF SWAGGER, PART 1
A big task just fell on my desk, which will take up all of my spare time for the next few weeks. So it’s back to the repeats. My next story, THE CALL, is in my head, I just need to find the time to write it. in the meantime, I will rerun THE PANOPLY OF SWAGGER stories as a sequential series. They are important to The Bernard Olcott Story.
Pictured above, beautiful Stockholm.
Last week in my…
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MESSAGES FROM THE UNIVERSE
MESSAGES FROM THE UNIVERSE From the worst of times... The universe sends a lifeline. A potential way out. I was just aware enough to grab the message.
Life goes on. Several months later, on May 18th, 1995, I was in my Ford Escort wagon with Peter Fennel, Chief Patent Counsel of Robinson Proprietary Limited, a new potential client based in Sydney, Australia. He was one of the many leads I had developed from the annual International Trade Mark Association (“INTA”) meeting held every Spring.
Robinson had a medium-sized portfolio of patents to…
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PANOPLY OF SWAGGER, PART 3
PANOPLY OF SWAGGER, PART 3. February 24, 1995 was a bitch of a day. The worst ever, actually. I survived, with my insanity intact!
Continued from last week’s post “PAIR OF DEUCES, PART 4“
So, I zeroed in for the kill. This was gonna be a drop kick in my local Kangaroo Court. There was no way I was gonna lose this case. My first victory. Imagine that!
“Dad, that’s a Drop-Down button,” I corrected him sternly. Precision was more than past due in our software efforts.
“Pop-Up button,” he countered.
“Drop-Down!” I said again,…
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