I met Terry in 1976. He was visiting Washington and decided to drop by BNA because our company had recently bought a 10 percent interest in a newsletter publishing business in London where Terry worked as a barrister-editor covering labor relations. When he showed up at BNA, the receptionist referred him to me, since I was the associate editor for BNA’s labor relations publications. That night, he joined my wife and me for dinner. It was the start of a (platonic) love affair that has continued to this day.
That was 1977. I continued visiting London at least once a year from 1978 to 2000. Initially, I stayed with Terry, who had moved to the house where he is now. Being at Terry’s was something like staying at a fraternity house. He loves to be surrounded by people and fireworks, and seems to have little need for quiet recharge-the-batteries time. I’m the opposite.
Richard loved Scotland, and I was very happy to join him on trips there. When I retired in 1995, I anticipated spending even more time in the UK.
It was not to be.
Richard was one of the world’s funniest men. But behind the wit was a very insecure, vulnerable man. For reasons too complicated to recount, Richard decided to kill himself in the spring of 2000. Again, Terry became involved in a new turning point in my life.
An End and a Beginning
When I told my son about my plans to visit India, he urged me to tack on some time in Nepal, which I did. That decision opened the Nepal chapter in my life . . . a happy chapter still being written.
This is the walk I would take on my jet-lagged arrival day. From Bathurst Mews, it's a one-block walk to the Lancaster Gate entrance to Kensington/Hyde Park.