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A better deal is Jonathan Goldsmith’s.  He was the former CEO of Tucker and will become vice-chairman of Dain’s parent, the Royal Bank of Canada.  On August 1, 2001, the day the merger was announced, Goldsmith, John Luikhart and Mark Whaley entered into new employment agreements with Tucker Anthony.  Respectively their salaries for the next three years are $400,000, $300,000 and $400,000.  In addition they are guaranteed bonuses of $1.6 million, $1.7 million and $350,000 for 2002, 2003 and 2004.  In addition they receive a retention bonus of $1.5 million, $1.5 million and $1 million, upon completion of the merger.  Plus Goldsmith and Luikhart will each receive a $1 million integration bonus.  The merger agreement includes a provision for RBC to honor these newly negotiated employment contracts.

For those of you without a calculator, that’s a minimum of $8.5 million for Goldsmith and Luikhart and $3.25 million for Whaley.  They also receive medical benefits, for life, for themselves, their spouses and dependents.  I still wonder if the rumored Wells Fargo offer included such hefty packages.  The cynic might say they were compensated to make the sale.

The two-tiered system of pay and severance has been amply demonstrated by of all publications, the Wall Street Journal.  I wonder if the editorial writers actually read their newspaper, because on one page they will praise the genius of capitalism and on another itemize the abuses in what seems a never-ending litany of corrupt, self-dealing, shabby, unethical behavior. 

Arthur Schlesinger, Jr., in his “Age of Jackson” remarked that the advent of corporations in America brought about actions from men, behind the shield of the corporation, that they would be ashamed to commit in their private life.  What he failed to state is many people want that shield.  If I had a choice between six months at an outplacement center or $8.5 million, I ‘d choose the latter.

After the severance meeting I ran into Fred and Joy in the lobby.  Over the course of a couple of days almost the entire research department, all of sales, all of trading and most of investment banking were laid off.  We all started distributing our own flyers, called resumes.

The Parking Lot is on Fire

Heard someone say, “The parking lot is on fire.”  What parking lot?  Then I hear someone else say, “the Pentagon is on fire.”  Jesus, the Pentagon.  That morphs into the Pentagon and the White House are on fire.  There was no information on how the Pentagon had caught fire.  Others are saying all subways and ferries have stopped. 

Kept walking to State Street then turned south.  At the Bowling Green subway entrance of the Lexington (green) line I debated getting on the subway, part of the reason I had been walking this way.  Only three subways go north from lower Manhattan, the red line, the green line and the yellow line.  Only the green line avoids the trade center.  Sign on the subway says train is running but not stopping at Fulton Street, near the Trade Center.  Maybe this station hasn’t gotten word that they are not running.  Maybe the rumor on the street is wrong.  I decide not to get on the subway anyway since the Trade Center is on fire, the Pentagon is on fire and even if I get to Grand Central how do I know that won’t be the next building to be bombed.  Went to the public restroom.

Stopped near Pearl Street and talked with a couple of men.  We don’t know much.  Subways closed, bridges closed, ferries closed, Pentagon on fire.  Has anyone claimed responsibility?  No one knows, but someone suggests it must have been Arafat, or some fanatical Muslim group.  Walked further south on State.

Heard a big swoooom.  Is that ANOTHER plane???  Screams, people running towards me.  Only one thing to do.  RUN.  People trying to take cover under the awnings of the American Café.  Saw a mother and father shouting the name of their child.  They are standing next to their empty stroller.  Obviously the kid is old enough to walk, but young enough to ride.  They keep yelling his name. No response.  There is a purse on the ground and people are yelling at each other to stay away from the purse.  I stay away from the purse.

Stayed near the American Cafe.  Didn’t want to get too close to the river since I was afraid if the people started running, pushing near the water, I might get pushed in.  Stayed comfortably north of the river.

Turned east towards the Staten Island Ferry Terminal.  All of a sudden another BANG and the crowd is now running away from the Staten Island Ferry Terminal towards me!!  I turn and run.  I jump over a low fence into an area that is surrounded by fences.  Exit via a gate.

Talked to a couple of men back near the American Cafe, one who had parked his car at the Path parking lot (is that in the Trade center?) and the other from England.  They seem to know each other.  The English guy says the “swoon” sound I had heard was the sound of the trade center collapsing.  You mean the top fell off?  No, the whole building collapsed.    If two airplanes crashing into the trade centers, the Pentagon, the White House on fire wasn’t strange enough, one of the Trade Center towers collapsed. 

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