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About a dozen years ago, I was invited to Sandy Weill's home in New York for a fundraiser for the Alvin Ailey Dance Company. It was a lavish event with about ten couples intermingling with dancers and the program's famous creative director Judith Jameson. The architects of the school building were there as well as Sandy and his wife, our gracious hosts. Later in the evening, we all sat around on giant sofas and chairs and Sandy went around the room getting pledges from all of the guests. The couples blurted out pledges in the millions. He skipped me and my...
The Rehabilitation of Sandy Weill