Memo to the Tiger Cubs who are throwing the bash: weekends are hardly ever city days for Tiger Dad, who has been known to make his assistant "painstaking collect evidence to account for his whereabouts each day and on some late nights [has] frantically searched for a car to take him back to Locust Valley" in order to avoid spending more days of the year inside NYC that out, which the Tax Man would just love. This thing better be good. [AR]
Julian Robertson Made Mitt Romney An Offer He Could Refuse
And did! (Next time think about throwing in a tutorial on not letting The Man make you his bitch and some tales from the crypt to sweeten the deal.) Not long after Mitt Romney dropped out of the presidential race in early 2008, a titan of New York finance, Julian H. Robertson, flew to Utah to deliver an eye-popping offer. He asked Mr. Romney to become chief executive of his hedge fund, Tiger Management, for an annual salary of about $30 million, plus investment profits, according to two people told of the discussions. For Mr. Romney, who had spent the previous decade in public life forgoing any paychecks, the position promised to catapult him back to the pinnacle of American business and into the ranks of the stratospherically rich. Several friends and relatives urged him to accept. “Let’s put it this way,” said Mr. Robertson. “He could have made a lot of money.” But Mr. Romney was uninterested. Defeat, Introspection, Reinvention, Nomination [NYT]
Julian Robertson's Dream Of Being Appointed Obesity Czar So Close He Can Taste It
He'll get his wish (and golden fat poker) yet.