My Life, Part VIII: On the Air

Everything changed when NYC Club Owner and hit sensation Manager Vito Bruno came into my life. That was long before he made the press from the grueling deaths in his family or the chaos that surrounded him. This was when he was at his prime. This is when hit sensations like Crystal Waters, Noel, and more were all over the radio air waves. I was fortunate to get to work with this man at his peak, and the lessons I learned have stayed with me to this day.

I received a call from security at the gates of B91 at around 11:30 p.m., telling me that there was a man in a limo who wanted to come up.. He walked in, wearing a long leather trench coat, and asked for me. I immediately knew who he was – Vito Bruno.

It was the surprise of a lifetime. This was the guy you wanted to know in my business. This was the guy who at the time ran Warsaw, the hottest NYC club of its day. Vito handed me his card and walked past me into my office. He made himself comfortable, then asked me to sit, as though he was the owner.

My life had changed again. And this was a change was one that every kid would dreamed of.

Vito loved how I‘d changed the way things were run at the station and decided to make me and my co workers his new “radio boys.” We soon found ourselves becoming bigger than any college station could handle. Vito asked us to put together a mixed-music show with star DJ's and his acts as special guests. His acts were so hot that they didn’t need our promotion, but we didn’t care. This was a dream come true.

Every week we got on the air, we put on a seriously crazy show. We had DJs from London, NYC, Chicago and of course, live performances from Vito's acts. It got a little out of hand for a while, and we had our usual meetings with the Dean of Radio about FCC complaints. We were college radio, not HOT 97 or one of the local stations, but our show was as popular as anything they aired. We were known as the NEW B91 and of course, I was Vito's boy.

It was pretty cool for a kid who’d just came off of a series of let downs and grew up in a strict Jewish home. I was soon known as the kid who’d single-handedly changed a college station and given it ratings up there with with the mainstream.

We brought in some new guys to the station who added to the ruckus we were causing, and made some others extremely jealous. We now had an underground hip-hop show, a mixed-music show, and an all-night "Dance Party." This did not sound like a college station. And the older guys, who did not like the change, knew it. They made the Dean and the FCC well aware of the “problem,” and we were warned, fined, and whatever you can imagine. But the ratings, the calls and the popularity only increased.

The problem arose when one of the guys who was helping us grow decided to start giving away club tickets on the air – a big no-no in the eyes of the FCC. A college station cannot give away tickets to NYC clubs, especially when the only commercials they have are public announcements. It was like airing an announcement for Mothers Against Drunk Driving, then offering tickets for “Tequila Night” at The Palladium.

None of this sat well with the Dean or the FCC. After a few months of warnings, the FCC basically hit the station with a fine that they could not afford. That was enough for the college to shut down all operations until they decided what they wanted to do.

Eventually, they decided to pull all dance music and hip-hop from the station, saying that it wasn’t the “right music” for them to air. I was out of a job, along with everyone else at the station who wasn’t on the Dean’s good side.

The call came in from Vito, and his "boy" had a new job…at HOT 97.

It was a bit of a twist…but one I could deal with! It was 1993 and the music market was hot. HOT 97 was moving into hip hop from dance and freestyle. I walked into the Hot 97 building with no idea what to expect.

Vito was very good to me. He thought that he could turn me into his own new "star." He began by introducing me to "SPEEDY." This guy was the best friend everyone wanted. He was half my size and spoke in Spanglish. He was in his late 30s or early 40s, and he was in charge of the HOT 97 street team. He was a great guy. If you were with him, giving out T-shirts and hats from the HOT97 Truck, you never head a problem with women.

I went out with him a few times, but my main job was in the clubs, helping them prepare for their HOT 97 performances. Vito knew that if he put me in the clubs as the station’s PR guy, the show would work. The week before my first show, he walked me into an office that was marked, "Music Director." That’s where I met Tracy Cloherty.

I was totally stunned. I had heard of her at WKRB, but I never really knew who she was. Tracy was born and raised in Brooklyn. She attended Kingsborough Community College in the 1980s working at WKRB, which is where I’d first heard of her. The guys who were still there from her time, would go on about how she was their "dream woman." When I met her, I knew why.

Tracy started her professional career at HOT 97 in 1988 as an intern in the promotions department, where Vito started me. The only difference was, at the time she was attending New York University with a major in Communications. After college, she then worked her way up the programming ranks, and was named Research Director/Programming Assistant in 1990. Three years later, when I met her, she became the Music Director, and then the Assistant Program Director in 1995.

As of 1998, Tracy was promoted to the position of Program Director at Hot 97. Then in October of 2001, she was promoted to Vice President of WQHT, WRKS, and WQCD while still retaining the daily programming responsibilities for the #1 rated radio station in the tri-state area.

Tracy is now the VP of Programming for Emmis New York, and has earned her way to become one of the most powerful women in the music industry. This is why my friendship with her back then means so much to me. Looking back, everything she did for me was for the right reasons.

She put me in the right direction for knowing the music and knowing how to do the right promotions and PR at the shows. And boy, did we have some crazy shows! The stock market and any ideas of being a broker were put on hold. At the time, one of my best friends from Shearson Lehman Hutton would call me every day and scream, "Get the heck out of that internship and get your ass back in the pit!" The club life was just way too exciting. And meeting all of the stars and having the ability to promote the station and them, was a hell of a rush. Maybe looking back at it today and to see what happened to my bro and all my best friends, i'm happy i didn't jump when they said jump.

I met guys like RUN DMC, Wu-Tang Clan, and many, many more. It was a different life for me. Actually, a kid from Brooklyn who grew up with freestyle and dance music, was thrown knees deep into a hip-hop world.

It was a very big learning curve and something that helped me grow...really quickly. It something that I’ll keep with me for the rest of my life. When you are put into a position to make something happen, for a different lifestyle than you were ever use to, it prepares you for anything down the line.

We had lots and lots of fun. I will be realistic here, I did think that I was a bad man. Just think, a Jewish white kid from Brooklyn, who grew up in a religious home...now put him in the middle of a hip-hop club, with hip-hop acts performing, and this kid is on stage promoting a radio station...hummm. Well, I’m here. I survived it and made many friends along the way. There were nights where the station threw parties themselves. Nights like when we met people like Vana White. Boy, did she party! And so did every other star that I met, whether they were TV personalities, actors, singers, or just famous for being famous.. They are real people too, and I can vouch for that!

So the time was fun and I was also done with Kingsborough. I had all the time in the world on my hands now, and I was going to make sure that I got the best value out of my free time. I would walk into the house, and my mother would of course look at me and nod. My father would just stare and ask me how my night was. I would reply really simply with, "As usual."

My mother would ask if I wanted to put money away, as usual and I would, of course be resentful. Don’t forget that I was 20 going on 21, and I was already making over 60K, between the promotions, the club tips, the tips from the performers and the little extra I was getting from clubgoers for slipping them through the back stage into the club.

I was not living the life my parents intended me to live, but I really did not care at the time. All I knew is that September was four months away, and I was either going to go back to school and make something of my Communications major, and get back into the pits of NY's finest Brokerage firms or this was going to become my life!

My Life, Part VII: A New Beginning and a Strange Turn

I’d gone from living my dream to being stuck in a cruel reality. I tried to keep some perspective: This had to have happened for a reason. This could not have been done to me for some freak punishment that I deserved. I was not the best kid in the world, but I also did not deserve to lose my dream....at least this one.

Langston Hughes once asked, “What happens to a dream deferred?” One answer that few people consider is that it leads to the creation of a new dream. But at that time, I had no idea what my new dream was going to be.

So Kingsborough College back home in Brooklyn was going to have to do, at least until I was well and healed. It was not what I had in mind, but if I couldn't make something out of it, then I would be lost.

I had to be close to home, since my over obsessive parents wanted to make sure I did not wind up in a hospital again, and I needed some home comfort anyway. Most of my friends were far gone by the time I got back to Brooklyn. Some were up in Albany, the others scattered all over the country.

It didn’t matter, anyway – I wanted to keep what had happened to me a secret until I had done something great, something that would put me back on the map. I had been the "College Jock" who was going to make it. Now, I had to be someone else.

Kingsborough College was not so bad. Actually, it was ranked number three in most beautiful colleges in the country. The college has a 70-acre campus located on Manhattan Beach in Southern Brooklyn. The College campus is bounded by the Atlantic Ocean, Jamaica Bay and Sheepshead Bay. Most students wound up failing out because they were so busy tanning on the beach or partying to study. It was beautiful!

So where did the "strange turn" come in? Well, it all started my fist semester there. I registered for a Media class and took a job at the college radio station. There wasn’t anything unusual about this in and of itself, exepct that this wasn’t an ordinary college radio station. This was B91 WKRB.

For anyone who does not know the story: B91 is a part of Brooklyn history. It’s made people's careers – not just radio personalities, but some of rock’n’roll’s greatest hits. From DJs like “Frankie Bones "Little Suzy," Coro, Lizette Melendez, Noel to "The Mad Stunt Man," Crystal Waters during the “House” era, it was known as “Brooklyn’s Own.”

So there I was, working on the weekends at NY's finest Brokerage Firms with my bro and spending my days at B91. By “days,” I mean 24 hours. . Somehow, I soon became the Promotional Director and jumped on the B91 bandwagon. It was a different world. In this position, I would use our programming to showcase the top 20 mainstream artists of the month.

I began putting together the Promotions for the hottest acts in NYC on B91, hosting the number one-ranked show on the station. Things were looking up.

Everywhere I went, someone knew me. My football problems were out in the open, but who cared? I’d literally become an overnight success, running the entire Promotions department at B91.

More than that, I got to become the kind of radio personality that I’d grown up idolizing. I was soon promoting the firm I worked for on the weekends, along with live NY sport events.. I got to meet the Yankees, the Giants and any high school sensation that was recruited to the best schools around.

My last sports interview was with my long-time friend Stephon Marbury. I remember it clearly because it meant so much to me to interview this friend I’d grown up with playing ball at Lincoln High Just after that interview aired, things changed even more.

I got a call from a big New York manager, who wanted to meet me and set up an interview with his great talent, Crystal Waters. Little did I know it, but my career in radio was about to explode – and my career in brokerage was about to take off as well.

My Life, Part VI: Childhood Dream Vs. the American Dollar

So football camp was ending soon. I walked on to the Cougars training camp as if I had played there for the last few semesters. “Amazing” doesn’t even begin to describe how I felt. It was like something out of a childhood fantasy, the kind a kid has when they’re sitting in Giants Stadium, and as the quarterback throws the ball down the center of the field, the crowd goes silent, and you close your eyes and in that moment, in your mind, you are the wide receiver.

I was about to live my dream.

High school football was nothing like what I was about to experience. This was more.

This was where champions on the field were made. This is where Ty Detmer won the Heisman. Going to BYU was going to be a big change, but it was one that I was going to have to make.

I had other offers. Iona was just starting their football team again and offered me a full ride, starting as TE. St. Johns decided to put their team back together as well, offering me an open door. But there was something about going to BYU that made me feel it was the school for me Even if I sat the bench the first year, it didn’t matter. I was there.
From 1972-1992, the year I walked in, BYU went an unbelievable 19-2 (.950) against Utah. During this stretch, BYU solidified itself as one of the best teams out west, winning the college football championship in 1984. During this era, BYU also became the most prominent football program in the state of Utah, while the Utes struggled in nearly every facet of the game. BYU bred QB's in their new air offense like Jim McMahon and Steve Young.

It was unreal, till it all went down hill that same year.

I actually walked in, in the middle of their own "Holy War." The Jewish kid from Brooklyn, walking onto a campus during one of America's oldest and most heated college football rivalries in a school led by the Latter-Day Saints.

In the back of my mind, all I thought of were the what ifs. What if I stayed at Shearson?
What if I listened to all my buddies and went off to all the Gunners of the world? I guess you could call these my, other childhood dreams. I dreamed about it all day long -- money. How was it made? How much could I amass?. Should I go to school in NY and be near the money?

That was when I realized what happened to me next happened for a reason.

That day was the biggest turning point in my life. It was when my life changed forever. It was the day that one dream died…and another was born.

It was all such a blur. It was a scrimmage game against our friendly neighbors, and of course, being the new kid on the block, I surprisingly started. I was playing both TE and DE, drained out of everything that I had left, and finally, by the fourth quarter, relived an old injury and a new nightmare. I don't remember if I heard the crunch when I hit the ground or when the whole team piled on top of me, but I remember the crunch. It was on the 22, a simple Tight End pattern, the reception and of course the freshman starting during a scrimmage shows off.

The next thing I knew, it was all over.

The wind was knocked out of me, I hit the floor, and heard the crunch. I shattered my collar bone and my dreams. It was this second crush that did me in. The first was in my senior game in high school. We played Wagner for the State championship in Staten Island, NY. The same story, the same play, just less agonizing. I caught the ball, ran for 15 yards, got clipped and my pads flipped up. That was enough to weaken my shoulder upon impact. The rest became my turning point in life.


My life changed forever. My search for the game went on, but not on the field. I was going to make something of myself academically. The entire way home I kept my eyes closed thinking of a hundred reasons why I could cry. But, deep down, I knew this happened for a reason. I was sure that the guy up above, the one who I worshipped my entire life, had this planned. Just then I opened my eyes, the bus pulled up. I saw my mother waiting by the curb for me, and I cried.

My Life, Part V: Entering a New World

My journey began that summer. By the time I was out of high school, I had pretty much so mastered the Q line. Growing up in Brighton Beach, I was directly under the train station, but down the block from Brooklyn's own beach. Under those circumstances, the train became one of your best friends.

It was right around early June, and I was already late for registration. I had no clue where I was supposed to go. I had the open scholarships for football to every Mormon or Catholic college there was, but it seemed as if this was all a big joke. I'm a Jew! Not only that, but here I am coming from a house where my parents had to learn how to survive because of their religion.

So Wall Street, here I was. It was the summer of 1992 and the stock market was hot. I rode the Q everyday thinking about what I was going to do. The world around me was moving so quickly. The NASDAQ market capitalization was only at $615 billion, war began in former Yugoslavia, El Salvador signed the long-awaited peace agreement with the Guerillas, Gino Torretta from Miami was a few months away from the Heisman Trophy, Patrick J. Sloyan from the New York Newsday won the Pulitzer and here I was, this 18-year-old straight out of high school.

My fight was not against the El Salvador Guerillas, it was fighting my dad to play college ball. On top of that, I was being pulled away by all of my sisters friends who were these hot shot brokers. Was I to go to college or become this hot shot broker?

I spent hours every day during the hot NYC summer working at Shearson Lehman. On the weekends, I prepped for football. By July, I had already missed football camp at all of the schools I wanted to attend, and it seemed as if school was no longer an option.

But I chose the dream.

My LIfe, Part IV: School

Growing up in “Little Odessa,” I bore witness to the strange rules of local ecnomicas. Someone whom the system perceived as “poor” could actually be richer than my father, who worked 22 hours a day at times. However, I could not begin to understand how this system worked while I was stuck in private school. There, I was surrounded by the "rich" who never played any other role than the rich.

My private school was a Yeshiva, which is Jewish private school. But this was not your normal school. My parents chose to send me to a "high class" private school, with a a tuition they could not even afford.

It was a "Sephardic" school, which is a sect of the Jews that come from most Latin countries or some parts of the Middle East. People would pull up in Mercedes Benz and Posche vehicles, and my dad would be in a 10-year-old Mercedes. We tried to look like your everyday rich family, but we weren’t. We lived in a large home in Brighton Beach, but my father worked as a machinist at least 22 hours a day. If we were lucky, we would see him when he came in for a quick sandwich. This affected my life as well. Not being around my father took a toll on the way I grew up.

To make up for the long hours at work (and to to keep with their idea of not letting their children make friends), my parents made it their business to save all year long and take their children around the world every summer. By the time I was born, my parents finally went into business for themselves and took summers off to spend with their children. School would let out in May, and off we would go.

We would start in Italy to visit my entire family. We had a home in Milan so that would be our base. From Milan we would journey to the Riviera, Monte Carlo, the South, Paris, Venice, and wherever the autostrada would take us.

By midsummer, we would travel back to the states, and then, a few weeks later, we would be off to the Middle East. Our base would be Haifa Israel, where my family lived, but the traveling would begin. We covered the Middle East and toured every summer as if we'd never been there.

Growing up this way also molded me into a person who can appreciate the world. By the time I was 18, I literally traveled the globe.

Years went by, and my family began to amass wealth from my fathers blue-collar suffering and his new business. The more hours he worked, the more money my mother put away. The more she put away, the more my father began to invest. He later became self proclaimed "mayor" of Kings Highway. Amazing story as it sounds, he turned his investments into wealth he probably only dreamed of while he was captured in the death camps of the Black Forest.

I was still astonished by the goings and the comings of the Russian immigrants and their actions. For this reason, I chose to leave private school, leave my friends behind to go to a public high school in the middle of both the Russian immigrant population and the projects. Well it really did not start that way. Unhappy as I was there, I managed to get myself thrown out but then accepted to come back; which of course, I did not. My parents had a hard time believing that this was the right decision, but it changed me for good. Maybe staying in Private School would have changed things, but if someone told me I would have no sorrow, no hard ship, no hurdles but would not be married to the same women or have the same children...well I would do it all over again, feel the pain and love it. One thing I learned, my wife and my children are my world, so I can just imagine what my father felt.

I was this white, Jewish preppie kid, in the middle of a school where a good portion of the kids lived in the Coney Island projects, and the Russian kids were smoking dope or skipping school to run numbers for their family. I immediately decided to change myself, and become someone who would not be ostracized. I found that I knew how to run, and catch a football. I also found that I could write, and knew how to be a people person. Even thought I had never even watched a football game or attended one , I found myself playing Varsity football as a freshman, in addition to running Varsity track. The world for me as I knew it changed.

I also began to write. I took up writing on the local sports teams in NY and on the current economic situation of a place that was very foreign to me, Wall Street. By my senior year, I had a scholarship to a few Catholic Universities and the underrated Bringham Young,…a turn my parent’s weren’t happy about. I was more excited to go to Iona. their football team had been disbanded for years and they were just starting it back up. That would give me all the room in the world to be whomever I wanted to be. But that did not work. No way to Iona.

Scholastically, I won multiple awards for my writing. I ended my senior year with three New York Newsday Awards for sports writing…and, of course, for my commentary on the local Brokerage houses in NYC.

Aside from the NY Newsday Award and my extensive Regents studies, I won the Daily New High school senior award of achievement. I’m not sure if I was attempting to compete with my two sisters, who graduated with honors and were on a tremendous road to success. One sister was being pitched to be the translator for the consulate in Spain and my other sister graduated from college, pharmacology and was already in med school. Needless to say, I had some shoes to fill! And, for some reason, I became attached to the idea of becoming a banker like my uncle. I watched him amass such wealth, but also wine and dine a different women every night. That changed my views on the relationship back then as well. But, his life did not end well and I look back and wish I could have told him, "I did all this to be you." Instead, we fought, we argued, he would call me, "El Bandido!!" And was not too happy to see me because I was just a jerk. But a jerk who secretly wanted to be just like him.

Traveling to the city and researching these brokerage firms, allowed me to befriend many successful brokers, who later became my shoulder for success. I began working the summer at Shearson Lehman Hutton. This really changed my life.

My Life, Part III: My Siblings

Growing up, I found myself constantly in competition with my sisters. They got into every major university -- but they were told by my father that they could only go to college in Brooklyn. If that is not earth shattering to a young kid who aspires the world.

Can you imagine that? You come from a family where college was never an option because of the war, your kids all grow up, they are wanted by every major school, and you say…no. It wasn’t even a money issue. By the time I was ready for college, my dad had already owned and sold the Surf Side Projects in Coney Island and owned a nice piece of Kings Highway. He just wanted to show that he was the boss and it was his rules. I guess governing the family with an Iron fist was also his way of protecting us.

That is the reason I think that I did some of the things that I did while I was growing up…I knew he was the boss, but I was going to "show him." Classic “Rebel Without a Cause” syndrome. Don't get me wrong, he is the best dad and always was, but when it came to me and my sisters…well, let’s just say we didn’t always see eye-to-eye.

My sisters were my entire world for a period of time and once I saw the world from many eyes, had my own children, I realized, I could never live without them; but we are no where near having kids yet in the story. My sisters were older than me. Susanne was my senior by nine years, while my sister Corinne is thirteen years older. If my parents were in their twenties when they had us, consecutively, it would have been easier, but I was the one conceived during their midlife crisis. As my father always said, "I should have gone to the movies that night."

My parents are not youngsters, so dealing with the three of us was a handful. I have to admit that they did a fairly decent job with my sisters. Even though the rules were strict, my siblings happened to actually figure out a way to always appease my parents. I…saw things differently. I would never understand how my sisters would be able to have my parents eating out of the palm of their hands. It took me a fight, yelling, a scream, a cry, and a pout to get the hand to open.

My siblings, as I said, were my best friends until high school. I’m sad to say that we only recently became close again. Who’s to blame? It is partly all of our faults, I take full responsibility. Hey who wanted to get yelled at by your sisters when your trying to be a "don juan."

I developed a persona as an all-star jock and ladies’ man that drove a real wedge between us. How can you date a different girl four times a week, be in love twice a month, and wake up wearing some cheerleader’s underwear on your head and look your two sisters in the eye, without frowning? It's impossible.

The problem was, my sisters were my heroes. It’s weird. Kids generally say that their dad is their hero, but I was scared shitless of my dad. Looking at it now, I wish I could be half the father he ever was. The hours he spent to give me whatever my heart desired. The broken bones just to make sure my children and their children would have something in an emergency. But my sisters were the ones that I looked up to. And it’s their success, even today, that makes me strive to be great. I have always been on a mission to "show them." And I've been a mile ahead of the race a few times around the track, but it’s the distance that I could never keep up with. Why? maybe its an ego, or maybe its the hurdles that I did not jump rather try to run right through them only to crash on the floor.

Don't get me wrong, I'm still trying. But my sisters, as unbelievable as they may be, are the ones who helped shape me in to the man I am today. I'm not sure they’d take that as a compliment, since there were some major stumbling blocks that I hit, but nonetheless, I owe a lot of the success I’ve had to their example.

My Life, Part II: Where I Grew Up

Growing up in Brooklyn as a young Jewish boy of Spanish descent was not the easiest task in the world. But this challenge made me into the man that I am today.

I came from a house where both my parents were concentration camp survivors. The rules were strict. Everything that went on in our daily life involved a reference to the war. Every move we made was viewed upon as a successful move, because my parents had lived through what they caled “the living death.”

I know there are people who can only dream of having dinner with the entire family every night, or a house where every relative is homefor the holidays. But I ran from it. When it is your life -- and I mean your everyday life -- it drives you nuts! But, in the end, it makes you thrive for constant love and family.

My father(whose name went from Yishayau, to Salo, to Shalom, to finally Sam) has his own story that helped me realize I can do whatever I want in life. He escaped a concentration camp, was captured by the English, escaped from their wonderful work camp, sailed on the first ship to Israel (known at the time as Palestine), joined Began’s first Israel Liberation front at 14 years old, and later became a soldier – a hero – for the special forces of Israel. He came to this country on the first merchant marine ship of Israel to get away from death and constant war.

There, he met the lady I worship, my mother.I would say I got many talents from my mother. Her intelligence and quick-wittedness taught me how to deal with just about any person and any situation. In short, upon escaping from Nazi France, my mother watched my Grandfather "Eleazar" be taken away to Auschwitz and fled to Italy, where she became an internationally-renowed opera singer. My family originated in Spain and migrated to what they thought would be safer parts of the world. My uncle and cousins in Italy gave me the know-how to enter the banking industry. My uncle Rafello became the President for the Bank of Milan later to be bought out by Bank Leumi and my cousins are bankers in Zurich and Turkey.Money, courage, banking, and the urge to always strive for success was in my blood. The problem was, so was someone who did not have the patients my heritage possessed.

I am the youngest. As my family called it, I was the "baby," since the last baby grew up way too fast.

We grew up in Brighton Beach Brooklyn, which was known and still is know as "Little Odessa, with “Odessa” referring to Russia. Brighton Beach was the destination for many years for Russian immigrants who wanted to build a life. The streets were always active with people selling everything from pork sausages to clothing, liquor to fish from the bay. The after-hours in Brighton Beach were filled with Russian Mafia pulling up to the backroom casinos and prostitution that lurked in the darkness.

During the day every store down Brighton Beach Avenue was meaningful. One was the butcher, there was the fish market, the Korean fruit stores, the drug store, the "real" Italian pizzeria, and of course the designer boutiques -- “designer” meaning $400 jeans. There would be lines outside the designer stores with the Russian immigrants buying up the stores. These same Russian immigrants would pull up in $150,000 Mercedes Benz wearing mink coats. The problem was, when they went to the local grocery, they would pay in food stamps and the government paid for their housing.

Growing up around this, I began to see what money really was. I began to see how people manipulated the system to use money to their benefit, and actually get away with it. I was astonished. This led me to literally watch people as they went into the banks and withdraw wads of cash and of course, pay at the supermarket in our government aid. Unreal.

I was on a mission to understand the economics of it all.

My Life

My name is Eleazar Kauderer, and this is my life.

The following few blogs are detailed descriptions of my life. I have tried to outline my childhood, leading into manhood, since I have led such an intriguing, exciting and eventful life. Most people can say they’ve led a busy life, but I think it’s safe to say that at 32, I’ve lived through several lifetimes worth of experiences. And it’s just beginning.

As with everyone, I have had my ups and my downs. But, in the end, I’ve found there is one lesson to be learned: no matter what happens, you must make it and turn what happens to you into a learning experience that helps you grow. Without a few downs, you’ll never realize how high you can soar!

I will also discuss my thoughts and views on world peace and unity in my blog posts. This world is coming apart at the seams, though a combination of differences in religion and insanity, and we must all pull together. It’s my hope that these blogs can change just one person’s point of view.
Get Ready for…

The life of the Football Star? What happened there?

The Dream of being a Wall Street Hot shot? Did it happen or did my bro take it away?

The life of the Radio Station Sensation? Why did that end?

The life of the successful NYC Promoter?

Wall Street and its success, downfalls and the pitfall

A life changing experience

Being home and the realization the world is not the same

Starting my own business with partner after partner only to be taken for a fool

International Banking and consulting....Where will it go?And my views on the world around us...Will the fighting ever stop?

The Adult Entertainment world....is this where it all ends?

Peace will make this world progress...

Hatred will only cause the fighting

to never end!!

Growing up