A Committee of One

As a young member of the venerable White Hall Club in downtown Manhattan, where shipowners, brokers and charterers passed the afternoons sipping martinis by the pailful, with a bucket on the side, reminiscing about the days of yore completing deals around the bar, I started a committee to increase luncheon traffic.

It was 1985 and luncheon traffic was off, way off. The markets were down and had been save for a few shining moments since 1973. It had become hard to complete a deal when the same twenty five owners, brokers and charterers came each day primarily to lament the passing of the good old days.

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