This is a wild ride with a top Government lawyer and the woman he usually loved during a time that still impacts ours. As well as a reminder of the passionate vigilance required to protect our democracy from slipping toward Despotism or even Fascism, it is another of those stories proving the perils of sport drinking.
It was difficult to write because of certain painful memories and because I was confined to what actually happened and to what I remember was said by my father and others.
In my humble assessment, he was a gentlemanly tough guy. Beyond that, as an old friend of his said, "He loved fun almost as much as he despised injustice."
He was a Harvard Law New Deal champion of the Impoverished and Women's Rights, a prosecutor of Nazi's before the U.S Supreme Court, a lover of horses, bird dogs, fly fishing, women and bourbon, who ran with and was one of those guiding our nation through the Great Depression and WWII.
In addition to being close to the architects and leaders of Roosevelt's New Deal, he worked with Joseph Kennedy at the SEC, negotiated with Hollywood executives, hunted with Augustus (Gussie) Busch, sparred in the ring with Jack Dempsey, drank with Toot Shor, car-pooled with Secretary of The Interior Harold Ickes, was in the U.S. Cavalry at the age of seventeen and rode to the hounds with Philadelphia socialites. His best friend was Thomas "The Cork" Corcoran, top adviser to FDR and among the writers of major New Deal legislation, including the Social Security Act and The Securities & Exchange (SEC) Act. As indicated by his pictures on the covers of Time Magazine, Corcoran was a legend.