I don’t know much.  He owned a very successful factory, employing many.  He is a writer of songs and stories.  He likes to talk, sing and perform.

During the longest conversation I had with him he told me that his father was a gambler who was either rich or one step ahead of the landlord.  He told me the family had moved forty-two times before he was fifteen, often at night.

For his bar-mitzvah, when he was thirteen, his father was flush.  800 people were invited, there was sixty singer boy choir and a diva from the opera.

Then they were running again, one step in front of creditors. He vowed never to be like his father.

He has a difficult relationship with a very troubled son in college.