Valuation
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April 23, 1995, Chicago, Illinois
On Sunday morning, Jessica, Kara, Birgit, and I walked to Kenwood Academy where Will attended school. He and a teacher were waiting inside a set of glass doors. They let us in, and Mr. Hannity directed us to the gym. Sensei Jim and several other students were there waiting, and after bowing to Sensei Jim, I went to talk with Felipe, accompanied by Birgit.
“Hi, Mr. Felipe!” Birgit said brightly.
“Hello, «Tesoro»! How are you today?”
“It’s cold outside!”
“I agree! It makes me want to go back to Florida!”
“You’re leaving?” she asked, sounding sad.
“Oh no, «Tesoro»! I just meant I don’t like the cold.”
“I never asked, but do you have family?” I asked.
“All grown,” he said. “It’s just me. I have grandkids, but they’re all in Florida or the Carolinas.”
“Sensei Steve?” Marcia said from just behind me. “Do you have a minute?”
“Excuse me, Felipe,” I said.
He nodded and I turned to Marcia.
“What’s up?”
“My mom asked me about the scoring for the tournament and I had no idea how it worked. Do you know?”
“Sure. I guess you haven’t received your registration packet yet, because it will all be explained in there. You should have it in the next few days, I’m sure. I can explain, if you want.”
“Please. She bugged me about it yesterday and insisted I ask today.”
“Is she pressuring you?” I asked.
“No. She’s just excited!”
I nodded, “OK. Anyway, the kata competition is pretty simple. In your registration packet will be a list of ten kata. When it’s your turn to compete, you’ll be asked to do five of those ten, with a completely random selection from that list. They use a 10-sided die so there’s no favoritism. For each one, you start with a hundred points, and then deductions are made based on mistakes which can be about accuracy or about being too mechanical. That’s why we’ve worked on you being fluid in your movements, as well as being technically correct.
“For sparring, there are 1000 points available. If you win a round, you get the maximum points for that round, with deductions for each point you gave up, and each segment you lose. The maximum points for each round depend on how many rounds there are, with the last round worth more than the first. So your goal is to yield as few points as possible, and win each round 3-0, 3-0.
“Once the sparring competition is completed, they take the points from kata and add them to the sparring points to achieve a final score. The person with the highest score wins the overall championship, UNLESS someone wins both the sparring and kata competitions outright. That’s only happened a few times according to Sensei Ichirou. It almost always comes down to points.”
“So it’s possible to lose the sparring competition and still be overall champ?”
“Possible, but not likely, given sparring is worth twice as much. I suppose you could finish second in sparring and win kata by enough to make up the difference. The overall champions when I judged won the sparring competition and finished in the top three or four in kata.”
“There’s one champion for each age group?”
“Yes. Basically it’s elementary school, High School, College, and adult, but the ages don’t break down exactly. The tournament champion is the highest scoring black belt. It’s possible, for example, for you to outscore them, but if you think about it, a head-to-head sparring competition would be no contest for them.”
Marcia laughed, “TELL me about it!”
“Our goal is for you to win both the sparring and kata competitions outright, making you citywide champion in your age group without worrying about points.”
“The kata that are on the list, do I know all of them?”
“I can’t imagine that you don’t. You know all the kata for your level, plus the four you would need for 3rd Kyu. When you get the list, we’ll know specifically what to practice, but I’m confident. You’re a good student.”
“And you’re a good teacher!”
“Thanks. It looks like they’re almost ready. Let’s go over by Sensei Jim.”
We walked over to where Sensei Jim and Mr. Hannity were standing. Sensei Jim called everyone to order and then the two of them explained what was going to happen. Once they finished, the filming began with Will, Birgit, Felipe and two other students breaking boards, followed by several sparring demonstrations at various belt levels, and finally by me, Martin, Kara, and Marcia demonstrating kata.
“What do you think?” Sensei Jim asked when we finished.
“I think it’s going to look great, especially the contrast between, say, Felipe and Birgit, who are both yellow belts, breaking boards. Will and Jolene sparring is another nice counterpoint, and the same with Marcia and Jessica.”
“Marcia is looking very good, Steve,” Jim said. “Both her sparring and her kata. I think you may have a winner on your hands.”
“I think so, too. She said her mom is hyped.”
“Not pressuring her, I hope.”
“Marcia said that wasn’t the case. I think her mom is just super-excited by how confident Marcia is.”
“Good. We want parents to encourage, not pressure.”
“I think we’re OK. Marcia’s always been straight with me and I asked her directly.”
“I have some other news for you.”
“Oh?”
“Jacquelyn called me last night. She passed her black belt test.”
“That’s awesome!”
“She said she tried to call you, but nobody picked up and she didn’t leave a message. She said she’s doing really well at Yale Law School.”
“I have no doubt about that.”
“Remember we’ll be filming during class this week.”
“When will the final video be available?”
“About a month. Mr. Hannity will give us a videotape master plus something he called ‘QuickTime’.”
I nodded, “That’s going to be a computer file that can be played by the ‘QuickTime’ player on a Mac or PC. We can put those on CD-ROM and distribute them to people who have a reader device on their computer. For everyone else, we need to duplicate the videotapes. The video store where I rent movies occasionally, offers duplication services.”
“Mr. Hannity said he has a friend who does it right here in Hyde Park. I wonder if it’s the same guy.”
“I’d go with whoever Mr. Hannity is recommending,” I said.
“That’s what I was thinking as well. See you tomorrow?”
I nodded, bowed, and then collected my family and headed home. When I arrived I found a message from Bo and Gina saying that they’d had a baby boy who they had named ‘Robert Peter’. I made a note to have flowers sent to her, shared the news with my wives, then headed upstairs to change into comfortable clothes.
April 26, 1995, Chicago, Illinois
“I guess we shouldn’t have said anything the other day,” Jon said at breakfast on Tuesday.
“The bomb explosion in California?”
“Yeah. The radio this morning said it was probably the Unabomber.”
“That’s what the Tribune said, too.”
“Do you think the two guys they arrested bombed that building in Oklahoma?”
“I talked to Pete, and while the Marshals service isn’t directly involved, he’s pretty sure the FBI got the right guys. I get the idea they’re looking for others, in addition to Timothy McVeigh and Terry Nichols.”
“Your hatred for government runs pretty deep, but you have to admit their response was horribly wrong.”
“I’m for limited government,” I said. “Blowing up federal buildings is going to get you exactly the OPPOSITE!”
“Speaking of the government, did you get your gun back?”
“No. It’s only been about ten days. I expected two weeks, at least. If they test-fired the gun already, and if it had matched, I wouldn’t be sitting here.”
“How could you get another gun so quickly? The same day?”
“I have all the necessary permits. I simply need to go to a licensed firearms dealer and I can get one the same day. Technically, I could do a private transfer with another citizen without any kind of check, but I wanted to make sure it was all kosher, lest I give the police any OTHER ideas.”
Jon shook his head, “Madness. Do you mind if I borrow Jessica’s car again today? It’s bloody cold out!”
I chuckled, “Whinging poms!”
“You have an Aussie working for you?”
“No, but I heard that when I was Down Under. I know some other ones, too! I think the Germans had the best one - Inselaffe!”
“Bloody Jerrys!” Jon laughed.
“What? ‘Island ape’ doesn’t suit you? How about rosbif or les goddams?”
“You Seppos are the worst!” Jon laughed.
“And on that note, this Yank needs to get to work! The keys are on the rack in the hallway next to your room where they usually are. And with the ‘ER Doc’ tag, you can park right next to the door, so your dainty self isn’t harmed by the Chicago winter.”
“It’s bloody Spring!”
“Only according to the position of the sun!”
I left the kitchen and went to find Jessica, Elyse, and Michelle for our drive to work. We dropped Jessica at the hospital, and then dropped Michelle and Elyse at the NIKA offices. I didn’t go in, instead heading to the Spurgeon Capital offices to meet with my sister to go over her findings. She was waiting in her office, with its tremendous view of Lake Michigan.
“Your office at NIKA won’t be anything like this,” I said as we hugged and went to sit on her couch.
“I think I’ll manage,” she laughed. “I won’t make as much money, either, but your nephew won’t starve on my salary at NIKA!”
“So what did you find?”
“Hang on a sec. Do you want coffee or tea?”
“Tea, please. Earl Grey or English Breakfast would be fine.”
Stephanie leaned forward and pressed a button on the phone, “Ernie, a pot of Earl Grey, please.”
“Coming right up, Mrs. Krajick!” came a very formal response.
“Give me a fucking break, Squirt!” I laughed when she released the intercom button. “NOBODY, and I mean NOBODY, uses formal addresses like that anyplace I’m in charge.”
“Samantha’s dad instituted that, and Samantha thinks it’s important because she and I are both really young.”
“So were all of us when we started NIKA!”
“It’s very different in an entrepreneurial environment. You’ve seen how things are here. Everyone wears formal business clothes - suits, skirt or pantsuits, or dresses.”
“I suppose, but I trust Bo because he’s smart, not because he wears a suit while he’s driving his spreadsheet!”
“When’s the last time you saw someone dressed casually in a bank? And I don’t mean customers. It’s about public perception. You should know that, big brother.”
“Sure, a public face. But in the office? Ernie wears a suit! Can you imagine me requiring Lucas to wear a suit? Or even a tie?”
“I’d pay money to see John Reynolds in a suit and tie!”
“I think he’d quit first, though he has started wearing more typical clothing. It kind of wears off on you. You remember Greg, right?”
“Sure. But your sales team wears suits and ties.”
“Public facing,” I said.
Ernie came in with a pot of tea, and I took note of his well-tailored suit. I knew Samantha paid him far more than her father had, so I suspected he could actually afford those suits.
“What do you think of the valuation?”
“It’s far too high,” I said. “But I bet they knew that.”
Stephanie nodded, “I’m sure they did. I didn’t find anything you would call a smoking gun. The main difference between NIKA and Lone Star is they pay out nearly all of their profits as dividends, rather than keeping a large cash reserve. They manage by using their credit line which slightly reduces their overall profitability, but isn’t anything out of the ordinary.
“Their bonus structure and commission structure aren’t as generous as yours, which allows the VC firm and the other shareholders to receive larger dividends. Their salary structure is, well, unstructured. There is no rhyme nor reason for who is paid what, and as best I can tell, it’s based on paying what it took to hire the person. And there’s a potential liability for you there.”
“Let me guess, the females on staff are paid less than the males.”
“Significantly so. Most of the programmers are male, but a very senior female programmer makes less than all of the mid-level male programmers. If she were to find out, she’d probably win her lawsuit. And if you buy the firm outright, you inherit that liability.”
“Wonderful. Any other nasty things like that?”
“They’ve settled several lawsuits with customers over the past five years. I don’t have any details, but you’ll want to review those settlements during due diligence. In addition, Brad Giesma and the two remaining founders have golden parachutes of six months’ salary. Finally, and of more concern is a lawsuit filed by one of the original founders who disagreed with the sale of a majority stake to the VC firm. That was settled as well.”
“Why is that a concern?”
“His shares were bought by the VC during the settlement, then used to make other stock grants, including to Brad Giesma. I don’t know enough to know if he could challenge the settlement based on our valuation. It’s something to discuss with Jamie and one of our attorneys who specializes in venture capital deals.”
“Do you know why they brought in the VC firm?”
“The two main founders wanted to cash out, as well as raise money to expand to Reno and the Raleigh-Durham area. The third one wanted the deal, but felt the original founders should keep control of the company.”
“Was it a good deal?” I asked.
“From everything I can see, it was. They expanded without taking on new debt, or running up their line of credit beyond their normal operating fluctuations. They turned a profit for that year, even discounting the cash infusion.”
“Any other red flags?”
“No. Their taxes are paid on time, their withholding deposits are made on time, and they’ve never been audited by the IRS. Everything checks out.”
“No issues with vendors or clients?”
“Not from the financial side. You’ll have to discover any other issues in due diligence.”
“What’s your bottom line?”
“It’s a solid firm and worth purchasing. The asking price is high, but we’ll get Bo to give us a realistic valuation based on sales trends, contract renewals, future profits, and the industry in general. That said, because you’re going to shed most of the expenses, you could afford to pay more and still come out way ahead.”
“What about the leases in Nevada and North Carolina?”
“Both expire at the end of this year, with five-year options.”
“Did you talk to anyone there beyond what you needed to for your audit?”
“Arthur Andersen always forbids any kind of socializing, so I didn’t do that out of habit. I did some shopping, had some very nice dinners on your tab, and otherwise just relaxed.”
“OK. Go ahead and speak to Bo and ask him to work up a valuation number. We need to make an offer by a week from Friday. I’ll need to present it to the board before then.”
“I can’t imagine it’ll take more than a couple of days.”
“Cool. I need to figure out how to defuse the possible lawsuit from the female programmer. If she’s any good, I could hire her, and her salary would be adjusted. And I’d do that before the deal closed, with permission from their board, and an agreement where she waived any claims against Lone Star.”
“Run that by Jamie and your employment expert. Some claims can’t be waived.”
“You’re full of good news, Squirt.”
I drained the last of the tea in my mug and stood up. We exchanged a hug and I headed back to the NIKA offices. I let Elyse know things were moving forward, but didn’t share any additional information, which I preferred to come in Stephanie’s official analysis, which I’d have by the end of the week.
Stephanie called me just after lunch to let me know Bo would have a valuation done by Friday afternoon and I asked Kimmy to schedule a Board of Directors meeting for Monday.
April 28, 1995, Chicago, Illinois
Late on Friday afternoon, I went to Spurgeon Capital to meet with Stephanie and Bo.
“This number is far more reasonable,” I said.
“Samantha said she has no issue with going ten percent over our valuation,” Stephanie said. “Beyond that, we’d all have to sit down and discuss it.”
“That makes sense. I think we’ll use ninety percent of Bo’s number as the offer target. And that’s total, including the side deal for the software. That lets me use as much as ten percent as an apparent sweetener for the software deal, and still gives me some room to move the bid up without going over Samantha’s funding limit.”
“I’d say that makes sense,” Bo said. “If push comes to shove, I’d support going over that ten percent limit which Samantha gave based on potential revenues and your ability to quickly cut costs. But you’d have to move quickly on that issue.”
I nodded, “I plan to. Squirt, what do you think about a thirty-day due diligence period?”
“It really depends on how much time you need to evaluate their operations and the software. Financially, I’m happy.”
“How will they distribute the proceeds of the sale?”
“That’s a good question. Everything will depend on the agreement the founders made with the VC. I didn’t see those contracts, but they aren’t particularly relevant to you. It’s very important that you write into your offer that they can’t access their line of credit nor can they incur any debt without your authorization. Probably set some limit so they can order office supplies, and that kind of thing with a purchase order, but not anything substantial.”
“What do you think? Make it $5000?”
“I’d say any expenditure except salaries, rents, and existing contractual payments which is over $5000,” Bo said. “You don’t want them playing any games. You also need to require the VC firm to indemnify you against any claims that arise for any actions on their part as of the first conversation you had with their President. And that’s the VC firm, not Lone Star. That way, if anyone plays any games or tries to pull a fast one, you have a claim against the VC firm.”
“Samantha said they’re reputable and straight-shooters.”
“They are, but you never know what one of the founders might do.”
“That’s how I’m going to handle the issue of the discriminatory pay,” I said. “We’ll sign a side agreement in which they indemnify NIKA against any claims for sex discrimination. If the female programmer is good, we’ll hire her and pay her a bonus in exchange for holding NIKA harmless for any actions by Lone Star. We’ll do that with anyone else we want to hire, and those contracts would be signed immediately before we close on the deal.”
“Did Elyse run a financial analysis?” Stephanie asked.
“A preliminary one based on keeping the support staff until the end of the year. We’d be running that part of the business in the red until the annual license agreements come due in November. That’s more or less what happened with BLS because of the way we all bill for support contracts. They didn’t have a unified due date the way we do, so we’ll get some income for the pro-rated contacts to sync them to our standard January to December contracts.”
“There will be some income for six months,” Stephanie observed.
“Yes, and based on your analysis, their first and second quarters are when the bulk of their contracts are paid. I’m not sure when they’re due, obviously.”
“What do you figure you’ll lose in terms of customers?”
“I think we’ll retain about eighty percent,” I said. “Assuming things go the way I expect. If they don’t, we’ll bail on the deal and I’ll turn Cindi and her team loose on the weakened competitor.”
“I’d bet the VC agrees to whatever terms you specify, and I suspect they’ll take somewhere around our valuation based on their initial investment. They’ll make a very nice return, in addition to the dividends that were already paid.”
“OK. I’m going to talk to the Board on Monday afternoon. I’d like you two to join us. Kimmy will get you the information to dial in.”
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September 7, 1992, Chicago, Illinois “That went reasonably well,” Michelle said when her parents drove off. “There were a few times I thought my expression would give away something I shouldn’t. You were messing with me, weren’t you?” She grabbed both my hands and smiled, “I was telling the truth, in my own way. Thank you!” She leaned forward and kissed my cheek. “So, what’s left?” I asked. “To visit UofC tomorrow and formally withdraw from classes. To spend some time with you and your...
October 1981, Chicago, Illinois I arrived back at the apartment just before 10:00pm and saw the address for the party. I decided I wasn’t particularly interested in going so I put on some music, poured myself a glass of wine, and started reading more about Russia. I was alternating between the history and culture book and the Communist Party book, decided on the history and culture book for this time. I didn’t get much reading done because I was thinking about Tatyana, which led me to...
January 23, 1996, Chicago, Illinois “Father, bless!” I said, greeting Father Basil with upturned palms. “Bless you, Stephen,” he said as I kissed his hand. The waiter showed us to a quiet table along the wall of Roditys in Greektown. He took our drink orders and was back quickly. We placed our food orders right away and he left to put them in with the kitchen. “I’m not quite sure how to address this, so I’m just going to ask you bluntly. Are you the father of Michelle’s baby?” I shook my...
June 29, 1995, Chicago, Illinois On Thursday, I finally had lunch with Melissa again, something I hadn’t been looking forward to. Much like with Cèlia, Melissa and I had passed an inflection point and I was left with sub-optimal paths forward. I’d been struggling with the possible solutions, and all of them had pitfalls. When I walked into Takumi, I had something of a plan. Whether it was good or not would only be known once everything played out. “I spoke to my wives,” I said after we’d...
December 5, 2000, Mayo Clinic, Rochester, Minnesota “I had a good time last night,” I said. “I was surprised you invited a friend!” Mary laughed as we walked into the exam room, “Naomi had a good time as well. You know what a Resident’s life is like.” I nodded, “No social life.” “Exactly. You guys seemed to hit it off pretty well.” “Yes, but I’m not here for that!” “You’re everywhere for that, and you know it!” I couldn’t help but laugh. “Let’s just say that you hit the sweet spot -...
March 1980, Hovås/Göteborg, Sweden I woke early as usual, but just enjoyed being in bed with Katt. When she woke, she hopped out of bed and pulled a robe out of her closet and handed it to me. “There’s a spare toothbrush in the bathroom. Go have your shower, then we’ll have breakfast after I have my shower.” I quickly showered and brushed my teeth, and went back to Katt’s room. She went to shower and came back a few minutes later. She dressed, and I got a very good look at her sexy body...
April 5, 1997, Chicago, Illinois “You missed cuddles this morning!” Birgit said accusingly when I walked into the house about 9:30am. “I know, Pumpkin, but I had a work emergency and had to go see Aunt Joyce and Grandpa A.” “And now we have to get ready for karate!” “I know. We’ll have some family time this afternoon. I don’t have any plans.” “Good!” I hugged her and the rest of the kids, then went to find Kara. We hugged and kissed, and went straight upstairs to get ready for...
September 3, 1989, Chicago, Illinois “Good morning, Sensei,” I said, bowing to Sensei Jim. “Good morning!” he said waving me to a chair in his office. “How was your trip?” I asked. “Enlightening. I spent most of my time acting as a manservant to Sensei Robert and Sensei Hiro.” “He who will lead, must first serve,” I said. “Someday, I’m going to send you to Sensei Hiro, should he live long enough. You understand.” “Does that mean you are now 6th Dan?” I...
October 29, 2000, Chicago, Illinois Birgit followed me as far as the stairs, then scooted upstairs when I went to the front door and opened it. “Hi!” Sophie said. “Hi!” I replied and held the door open so she could come into the house. I closed the door behind her then led her to my study where I waited until she went in, and then walked in, closing the door behind me. I nodded to one of the wingback chairs, she sat down in one, and I sat down in the other. “Is something wrong?” she...
August, 1983, Chicago, Illinois I walked in the near 90°F heat to Carla’s place. I was grateful that the humidity of the morning had dropped significantly; otherwise the heat would have been unbearable. By the time I walked up the steps to the apartment over the photography studio and knocked on her door, I had broken into a light sweat. Carla answered almost immediately and invited me inside her studio apartment. The air was moderately cool, and the window air conditioner was running full...
July 1982, Milford, Ohio On Tuesday morning, I kissed Kara goodbye and headed to my parents’ house for my usual morning routine with my little sister. She was happy that I could spend the morning with her and asked to take a walk, so we weren’t in the house with my mom. “Let me guess — this walk will end in the clearing,” I said with a smile. “Yes,” she said, taking my hand as we walked down Overlook towards Klondyke. As usual, we turned around and walked back, taking the path to the...
March 13, 1994, Chicago, Illinois “Hi, Steve!” Ailea said when she opened the door. “Hi,” I replied, accepting the offered hug. There was no touching of lips, just of cheeks, and I wondered if I’d misread her intentions at her birthday lunch, or if, perhaps, she detected my reluctance to return the offered affection. “Lunch is ready, so go ahead and sit. I’ll bring it in from the kitchen.” I went to the low table, sat down, and a minute later, Ailea brought miso soup and sushi, our usual...
April 3, 1997, Dallas, Texas “Remember what I said about drinking too much,” I said, as I poured bourbon into three cups. We’d stopped at a liquor store, bought a bottle of Blanton’s, and then returned to the small suite I’d reserved at the Westin. Deborah’s room was down the hall, and Krissy’s was two floors below. Krissy’s comment had caught me a bit off guard, but I hadn’t reacted visibly. I didn’t know her quite well enough to know if she’d been teasing with Deborah, so I was being...
March 28, 1991, Chicago, Illinois “This day belongs to you, Kara!” I said when the three of us woke on Thursday morning. “Happy birthday!” Jessica said. “Thanks,” Kara replied happily. “I think I’d like an amazing birthday fuck from our husband, and then a nice loving shower with my wife!” Kara said. “Do we have enough time?” I asked. Jessica giggled, “I set the alarm for thirty minutes earlier!” “Then let’s not waste any of it!” I said pulling Kara to me. Kara’s squeals as I plunged...
September 4, 2000, Chicago, Illinois On Monday morning I went to my study to make a surreptitious call to ensure that the surprise I’d planned for Kara was still going to happen, and after confirming that it was, Jesse, Matthew, Michael, and I began preparing for the Labor Day party by getting beer and soda into coolers, getting the grill ready, setting up tables and chairs in the backyard, and ensuring the liquor cabinets were stocked while my wives and daughters worked on food prep in the...
September 1, 1987, Chicago, Illinois “I heard that you have some kind of plan to help Ed,” I said to Connie. “There’s no plan,” she replied. “A witness who saw the shopkeeper alive after Ed left came forward.” That sounded convenient, and I wondered if the witness was real or someone that Anthony had put forward to solve the problem. Certainly, the videotape was real, because I couldn’t imagine how Anthony could have faked that, but the witness? Who knew? “So is he being released? Or is...
August 17, 1997, Chicago, Illinois We finished lunch and Marissa and the younger kids went to play, but Natalie sat with the adults to talk, with coffee, tea, or soft drinks. The Sarcus were very comfortable, but the Heaths were still struggling. But, vitally, they hadn’t left and hadn’t insisted Natalie leave the group. “Can you explain how you developed this attitude and approach?” Chris asked. I nodded, “It started when I was just a bit younger than Natalie. My mom was a total control...
July 1979 — Falkenberg, Sweden On Friday, when I got back from my run, Pam was in her bra and panties again. I whistled at her, she giggled, then finished dressing. I showered, and we went to breakfast and finished up our last day. Once class was done, we were pretty much free. On Saturday, we’d have several optional activities and then on Sunday we’d head back to our host families. After dinner on Friday, I took Pam’s hand and we walked towards the river. It was quiet and peaceful, and...
July 1980, Over the North Atlantic We reached cruising altitude, and I settled back to read my book. Pam raised the armrest between us, snuggled close to me and read as well. The cabin crew offered drinks, and I had my first Coke in a year! Meal service began about an hour and a half into the flight. After the cabin crew picked up the trays and offered drinks again, they passed once more, offering headsets for the movie. Trevor and Maria took them, but Pam and I didn’t, instead we turned on...
July 8, 1997, Chicago, Illinois “Is it really that surprising?” Leah asked. “I suppose not,” I replied. “I just didn’t read too much into the kiss on the cheek.” “I didn’t think it was a good idea to kiss you on the lips with all those people around, because I had no idea who they were or what they would think. You were VERY careful with our dance, so I kind of followed your lead.” Which showed very mature thinking on her part. Both of these girls were exactly the kind of students I...
November 8, 1993, Chicago, Illinois A dark fog swirled before my eyes as I tried to take stock. My head hurt, badly. I felt something on my face and realized, dimly, it was an oxygen mask. My right hand was uncomfortable and I recognized the feeling of an IV and pulse-oximeter. My left arm ached fiercely. On my chest I felt the pads and wires of an EKG. I didn’t feel anything else wrong as I continued taking inventory. I tried to open my eyes, but the fog didn’t clear. I tried to speak, but...
August, 1983, Chicago, Illinois In the morning Anala and I ran as we had the previous time, then showered together, carefully washing each other’s bodies in an intimate but non-sexual way. After our shower we went to the kitchen and I made breakfast and we sat down to eat. “Steve, may I make a suggestion?” she asked. “Sure.” “Broaden your circle of friends. Other than me, all of you are white, nominally Christian, 20-year-old Americans. And you don’t invite me to your Sunday...
June 23, 2000, Chicago, Illinois “Steve,” Kimmy said over the intercom, “I have a Suzanne Aavik for you.” “Thanks,” I replied. “Put her through, please.” A few seconds later, Suzanne was on the line. “Hi!” she exclaimed when I greeted her. “I’m in Chicago for three weeks. Can I still run away and join the circus?” I chuckled, “You might want to find out what the circus is actually like before you join! If you’re free, you’re welcome to come to the house tomorrow or Sunday and meet the...
March 1979 Monday was back to the normal routine of school. Debbie Courtney, who lived across the street and had turned fourteen the last week in February, started flirting more with me on the bus each day. Debbie Vaughn, who lived just down the street, would turn fourteen on March 16th and invited me to her birthday party. And Donna Woody, who lived just down the street in the other direction, would turn fourteen on March 20th. She had made it clear what she wanted for her birthday, and in...
June 2, 1990, Chicago, Illinois “My office, please,” Sensei Jim said after class on Saturday. I followed him to his office and waited for him to bid me to sit. He did, and I sat in the usual chair across from him. “She has a real problem, you know that, right?” he asked. “I do. That’s why I insisted she start seeing a counselor.” “I run a huge risk having her here with that kind of temper and her violent acts.” I nodded, “I understand. May I ask what you intend to do?” “I really don’t...
November 4, 2000, Chicago, Illinois “Good morning, Sensei,” Miyu said when Kara, the girls, and I walked into the dojo on Saturday morning. “Good morning, Miyu.” “Do you have a moment, please?” I nodded and we went to the small practice room for privacy, as Sensei Jim had a family in his office. “What can I do for you?” “I need you to meet a young man,” she said. “I think you might be taking this ‘not do anything without permission’ a bit too far!” Miyu shook her head, “No, I’m not....
May 1979 The limo dropped me at home about 9:00pm. I took my stuff to my room, stripped, and hung up the tux. The rest of the things went into the hamper. I took a shower, put on shorts and a t-shirt, and walked down the hall into my dad’s office. I saw no reason to put this off any longer. “Stephen, you need to explain yourself!” my mom demanded. “I was in Mrs. McGrath’s, well, Mrs. Sanders’ now, wedding, as I said.” “You walked her down the aisle! You’re sixteen and not even related to...
November 3, 1990, Chicago, Illinois “I still don’t understand why you told everyone to leave Katy alone last night,” Elyse said on Saturday morning. “Because we weren’t going to talk her out of it. I could tell by the way she told us. I hoped letting her sleep on it would allow her to hear what we had to say. Obviously I was wrong.” “I was surprised that she wouldn’t talk to Jennifer at all,” Kara said. “I thought Jennifer would be the one to get her to listen to reason this morning.” I...
February, 1983, Chicago, Illinois Our first joining since the previous summer was slow and sweet, trying to express our deep love for each other through the motions of our bodies. When we finished, Karin held me tight and refused to let me move off of her. “Sleep there, please,” she whispered. I kissed her once more then adjusted my pillow so that I could rest my head next to hers. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but it was what Karin wanted. The feel of her firm body under mine,...
July 3, 1996, Chicago, Illinois I blinked several times and took a breath before responding. It didn’t help. The best I could do was contain my visceral reaction at her completely out-of-line request and her wrong-headed assumptions when she had NO idea what had happened in my life the previous eight months. “What makes you think you can make that request after refusing to talk to me for nearly eight months? And equally importantly, without explaining Alexi? And without giving me the first...
August 12, 1994, Chicago, Illinois “Fuck ‘em all,” I sighed. “Especially Donald Fehr. Running to Federal Court, the NLRB, and Congress? I’m really tired of the government putting its thumb so heavily on the scale.” “Well, we’re not going to resolve that problem today,” Elyse said. “Jackie and Jeremiah want to come over.” I chuckled, “Why am I not surprised? I bet you anything he had a rough sketch done ten minutes after they hung up the phone.” “They want to discuss options. Kimmy felt...
July 1983, Milford, Ohio My drive to Ohio was filled with wild swings of emotion. After quickly driving Anala home I had set out for Milford, driving as fast as I thought I could get away with, slowing only when warned to do so by my radar detector. I’d told Nancy that I’d come straight to her house and asked her to call my dad and let him know so that Stephanie wasn’t worried. I pulled into the Blanchards’ driveway at 3:30pm, having managed to avoid any run-ins with the Indiana State Police...
June 1980, On the Train, and in Abisko, Sweden As the train sped across the Swedish countryside towards Stockholm, I reflected on the fact that there were less than three weeks to go until I had to be in Copenhagen to board a flight home. I was torn between wanting to go home and wanting to stay, but in the end, I didn’t have a choice. I really liked my life here, the freedom I was given, the friends I had and, the respect I had from adults. I hadn’t run into a single adult who had treated...
May 18, 1997, Chicago, Illinois “As I said last time, today we’re going to talk about decision making and how to make good decisions. I think we’ll start with what I think has to be the easiest decision with the least controversy - is it ever OK to drive drunk?” “No!” came a chorus from several of the students. “And yet, people do that every day,” I replied. “And they die or kill people because of that bad decision. You have to ask yourself why people would drive drunk; and often it’s...
March 6, 1987, Chicago, Illinois “This is a big improvement,” I said as the green flag dropped for the Goodwrench 500 at North Carolina Motor Speedway. Bill had taken the pole, and when the flag dropped, led the field into turn one. “His car seems fast,” Kara said. It was. Bill led the first 89 laps, most of them under green, though there had been a yellow flag for seven laps when Richard Petty had wrecked in Turn 1 on lap 19. From lap 90 to 143, the lead shifted a few times, mostly...