Author: Eric Nilsson

OCTOBER 28, 2023 – To welcome in the new year, I had my first encounter with an oncologist specializing in cancers of the blood. “We’ll need to schedule you for a bone marrow biopsy to confirm,” Dr. Kolla said, “but the blood test results strongly indicate that you have multiple myeloma.” Multiple myeloma. Both Dad …

OCTOBER 27, 2023 – Sure enough, Cliff returned from Florida with a positive weather forecast. Steve would take another look at the concept drawings we had, make a site visit (his second since having heard of our project) when he could squeeze it in, and make some kind of offer. I’d need to summon more …

OCTOBER 26, 2023 – Over three years had passed since we’d retained a land use lawyer and an architect, and all we had to show by the fall of 2021 were the concept drawings our architect had prepared in mid-2018 and (finally) an official designation of our properties as “an area in need of redevelopment.” …

OCTOBER 25, 2023 – The one positive feature of the negative condition of the country toward the end of 2020 was that the housing market had not collapsed. I remained sanguine that with patient persistence, we’d one day still realize significant value from the Rutherford properties as a mixed-use, multi-family housing development. Progress, however, remained …

OCTOBER 24, 2023 – Before we could get to the starting line, our lawyer informed us we’d need to hurry up and wait for “the judge to sign a stipulated order.” The matter related to a relatively obscure law peculiar to New Jersey, whereby a state-appointed commission and every municipality had to agree on a …

OCTOBER 23, 2023 – My strategic vision for the Rutherford properties was to achieve a “win-win” result. On the family side I wanted to “win” substantial realized value for sisters, spouses, nieces, and sons. I’d succeed by getting a reasonable redevelopment project approved, then selling on a non-contingent basis to a developer with the expertise …

OCTOBER 22, 2023 – I shouldn’t have been surprised by Cliff and Jeanette’s house a short distance from the endless beach and boardwalk of Asbury Park. Cliff had bought the capacious two-story frame house some years before, just as the town was emerging from its nadir as a magnet for drug addicts and dealers. By …

OCTOBER 21, 2023 – On my first visit to Cliff and Jeanette’s house, Cliff demonstrated his sound system in the acoustically live space of the living room. “Now here’s something you’ll like,” he said after a few of his favorite selections. He switched to Mozart’s Jupiter Symphony. The only problem was that the volume was …

OCTOBER 20, 2023 – According to plan, I stayed with Cliff and Jeanette that evening following the unveiling of concept drawings for the Rutherford properties. My hosts treated me to a celebratory meal, indulgent dessert, and upbeat conversation. After we cleared the table and filled the dishwasher, Cliff led us on what was intended as …

OCTOBER 19, 2023 – By the spring of 2018, Cliff and I were off to the races. Cliff had put me in touch with Charles Sarlo, a highly regarded land use attorney in Bergen County, and Jak Inglese, head of a local architectural firm with an impressive portfolio and excellent reputation. I retained both and …

OCTOBER 18, 2023 – Joining us on our memorial mission were Byron along with Cliff’s neighbor Steve—a retired bank examiner and avid downhill skier. Our late start was from Rutherford the Friday evening of Presidents’ Day Weekend. We’d first had to wait for Byron to leave work in the city and cross over the Hudson; …

OCTOBER 17, 2023 – Unlike marketable securities, real estate can be a highly problematic asset to hold, price, sell, and convert to cash. In all these respects the Rutherford properties—seven adjoined parcels—were especially challenging. At one time in history the crown jewel, of course, had been my great grandparents’ dream home at 42 Lincoln Avenue[1]. …

OCTOBER 16, 2023 – Ironically, I had only myself to blame for the expense of having to drill into UB’s safe deposit box at the local bank. The key to the box had magically surfaced in the course of my very first encounter with UB’s office of the “beautiful mind.” I’d put the key with …

OCTOBER 15, 2023 – After UB’s memorial service, my sisters and I spent a weekend together at the old Holman house overlooking Upper Hamburg Cove[1]. For us it was an historic occasion: the only time in our lives when all four of us had congregated there at the same time. Joining us were Linnea and …

OCTOBER 14, 2023 – I was strolling through Amsterdam Airport Schiphol, waiting for a return flight to the U.S. when I received the call from the hospice nurse at CareOne. UB had “landed” at approximately 5:00 a.m. New Jersey time. Close behind the call I got Queequeg’s text: “Uncle Bruce died peacefully, dreaming of old …

OCTOBER 13, 2023 – Mother the devout Episcopalian had said, “Funerals are for the living.” Her perspective resonated with me as I joined my sisters in a meeting with the Episcopal rector about the funeral service. I gave them all the latitude they desired in choosing the hymns and readings. The liturgy was the realm …

OCTOBER 12, 2023 – By early 2017 Mother and UB were locked in competition for final landing. In mid-March, however, UB summoned the energy for one last display of obsessional behavior.  On the 16th, I recorded in my journal: Yesterday and the day before UB called me about eight times. I never answered. [Queequeg] sent …

OCTOBER 11, 2023 – We were in a rush to CareOne to join UB and Queequeg in time for dinner—early seating. As usual, Cliff drove like a fire chief on his way to a four-alarm conflagration. To cut additional time, he squealed into the closest parking slot by the entrance. “RESERVED FOR DOCTOR,” it read. …

OCTOBER 10, 2023 – Mother, meanwhile, was losing more altitude. On one of my regular visits a while after I’d returned from New Jersey, I was alarmed at the sight of Mother’s bluish, swollen ankles and compared notes with Jenny and Elsa, who shared my concern. My journal entry for August 24, 2016 captured reflections …

OCTOBER 9, 2023 – My initial encounter with Jimmy Rizzo occurred on impulse by Cliff. “There’s a guy you should meet,” Cliff said to me after ending a business call while I was in his office. “He’s a director of Bayonne Bank, which has branches all over the place, but he happens to have his …

OCTOBER 8, 2023 -As the waitress cleared our lunch plates I checked the time. “Jesus!” I said to Cliff. “My plane leaves the gate in 39 minutes!” If the table hadn’t been bolted down, we would have knocked it over. On our way out Cliff slapped a 10 and a 20 down on the counter …

OCTOBER 7, 2023 – UB’s adjustment to the CareOne transitional facility in Paramus was rocky at best. The day after my initial visit there, I received a call that UB had hauled off and hit another resident—a big no-no to say the least and a potential ticket for UB’s ouster. But quick intervention by Cliff …

OCTOBER 6, 2023 – In December 2015, UB left his fortress for the last time, though no one then new it would be the last. Had he known it was his final exit—and why—he probably wouldn’t have called 9-1-1. He was having an “episode,” as he later characterized it; a  diabetic event coupled with a …

OCTOBER 5, 2023 – In September 2015, a couple of months after the nursing home blow-up, I was again in New York but strictly to attend a board meeting of the World Press Institute, and with Beth to visit Byron, Jenny and Garrison. The board meeting was coupled with other events involving the annual fellowship …

OCTOBER 4, 2023 – Whereas Mother’s glide path toward the end of her life was a long, steady descent with wheels closing in on the trees but never quite clipping them, UB’s glide path was filled with turbulence, deviations, and even complete aerobatic “go arounds.” From my usual perspective 1,200 miles away, I wasn’t close …