Thus began our newest adventure—being parents!
CHAPTER IX
The Kids
EVEN THOUGH IT means jumping ahead a little bit, I think this is a good time to talk about all three of our children.
As I just noted, Melissa was born in 1957. Dan joined us May 24, 1960, and Allison came along ten years later in 1970, which has led me frequently to refer to her as our “caboose.” Allison has insisted over the years (jokingly I think!) that she must have been a “mistake,” but I think we have finally convinced her that nothing could be further from the truth. These are three wonderful kids who are truly different one from the other, which seems often to be the case with families. But they have several important things in common. They are bright, witty, and loving. We love being together and we have great fun when we are.
Melissa, a pediatrician, is involved in medical consulting in fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue. She and her husband, Ted, live in Mill Valley, California, where Ted is involved in the executive search business with Jackowitz & Co. Their son, Sam, is at Hampshire College in Massachusetts, and the family’s only redhead, May, attends The Urban School in San Francisco and is a rabid San Francisco Giants fan.
Dan and his lovely Bolivian wife, Eliana, now live in La Quinta, California, with Eliana’s daughter and Dan’s stepdaughter, Almita. Happily, this is just five minutes away from where Marilyn and I live in the wintertime, and we are delighted to have them close by. Dan and Eliana both work with Mechem Media, a company that Dan and I founded a few years ago to develop entertainment product in the spirit of Hanna Barbera, once a part of Taft Broadcasting Company.
Allison and her husband, Ted, live in Niwot, Colorado, a suburb of Boulder. They have two children: ten-year-old Will and seven-year-old Ellie. Allison is a fourth-grade teacher at Boulder Country Day School, and Ted is a senior executive at Micro Motion, a division of Emerson. Everyone in the family is a skier, and they are blessed to be near the great Colorado ski resorts.
I well remember my dad saying that, as you grow older, your children mean more and more to you. Indeed, it is impossible for me to imagine old age without kids and grandchildren. Marilyn and I are blessed.
CHAPTER X
Years at Taft Stettinius & Hollister
AFTER MY DISCHARGE from the Army in February of 1959, I rejoined Taft Stettinius & Hollister in Cincinnati. We bought our first house for eighteen thousand dollars in a modest but very nice neighborhood and settled into “civilian life.” I became a partner in the firm in 1965 and remained there until the winter of 1967. During those eight- plus years I had a fascinating and interesting career with clients such as Taft Broadcasting Company, the Cincinnati Reds, the Cincinnati Bengals, and Play-Doh, to mention only a few.
There had been a very significant change in the law firm since I went into the Army. A major upheaval had occurred in the Cincinnati legal world when the senior partner of another prominent firm had a disagreement with his partners and left his firm to join Taft Stettinius & Hollister. He brought with him a number of large clients, and the firm had almost doubled in size when I returned.
There was a humorous aspect to this. When I went into the service in 1956, I was the first person to enter the military from the firm since World War II. The custom in World War II when somebody joined the service was to put an asterisk by his name on the letterhead with a note indicating “In Military Service.” The firm, quite understandably, decided to do the same thing with me. The amusing part was the unintended consequence of getting my name on the letterhead and then the sharp increase in the number of attorneys in the firm. In short, I was moving up on the letterhead rapidly without even being there! Some of my colleagues-to-be must have wondered about this absent figure who was making such rapid progress.
Taft Stettinius & Hollister letterhead when I joined the firm in 1955. I was number twenty! There are now more than three hundred lawyers in the firm.
I remained at the firm until late 1967. These were busy years, to say the least. There was a strong work ethic, not to mention strong demands, and all of us worked very hard. It was common to work several nights a week until 9:00 or 10:00 p.m. and most of the day on Saturday. I have often reminisced about the dress code in those days, particularly in light of today’s casual dress. In the “old days” a suit and tie were expected on weekdays, but things were “dramatically” relaxed on Saturdays, when only a sport coat and tie were required. Sunday morning work was also not uncommon, especially by those of us working in the Corporate Department, since the head of the department worked every Sunday morning. One of my most amusing memories is of a Sunday morning when I was at home and the phone rang. Marilyn answered and it was my boss who said, “Is Charlie there? It’s awfully lonely down here.” Marilyn handed me the phone and, covering the receiver, told me who it was and what he had said. Then she said, “If you go down to the office this morning it will become very lonely around here—permanently!” Naturally, I stayed home!
AFTER A FEW years, three of my colleagues and I were made partners in the firm, and our responsibilities correspondingly increased. The friendships I made and the professional development that I experienced have been extremely important parts of my life.
These were busy and exciting years. My work with the Reds, including a highly publicized and controversial transfer of ownership from the longtime owners (the Crosley family) to baseball executive Bill DeWitt was exciting, especially to a baseball fan like me. Anyone from Cincinnati will be interested (and amazed) to know that the price Bill paid for the Reds in 1962 was $4.625 million. The most recent sale of the club to a group headed by Bob Castinelli was $270 million. Talk about an increase in value! Even at the price DeWitt paid, the sale was challenged in court. There were claims that higher offers had been made and rejected by the Crosley Foundation, the charitable foundation that held 90 percent of the stock in the ball club. The litigation was settled with DeWitt confirmed as owner after making some concessions, particularly agreeing to keep the club in Cincinnati for an extended time.
Bill was a life-long baseball man, and his son Bill Jr. has continued the tradition and is now the principal owner and the managing partner of the St. Louis Cardinals. Bill Sr. was very good to me, and I very much enjoyed working with him. One of the things that I enjoyed the most was the couple of occasions that I went with him to the meeting of the National League owners. These meetings were almost always held in New York City, and all of the owners attended. While I don’t remember much about the business that was discussed at the meetings, I remember vividly some of the participants. Most particularly I remember Walter O’Malley, Horace Stoneham, Gussie Busch, and Judge Hofheinz. O’Malley, of course, was the man who moved the Brooklyn Dodgers to Los Angeles in an unprecedented act that shook the baseball world. He was smart, shrewd, and dominated the National League. He was clearly the most powerful force at the league meetings that I attended. Horace Stoneham was well known for following O’Malley’s lead by moving the New York Giants from the Polo Grounds in New York City to San Francisco. Gussie Busch was the patriarch of the Busch family and owned the St. Louis Cardinals. He was a small man but very impressive. He was obviously used to control and leadership. I also remember two odd things about him. One was that, probably to