Guy dating more than one woman
There's a Starbucks somewhere up in the sky-high atrium, not far from the 60-foot waterfall.
"He was good-hit good-field: We had scouts from the Phillies to watch him, but he wanted to go to college and make real money."After graduating from Wharton, where his academic laurels have been grossly overstated through the years (he didn't finish first in his class or anywhere near it, and went altogether missing from the list of honors for the class of 1968), Trump began working for his old man in Brooklyn, but had little sustaining interest in low-rent units."I had a lot of one-on-ones" with the 14-year-old Trump, adds Dobias, some of which got physical, both men say.Whatever it took to seize the eighth-grader's attention, Dobias seemed to turn him around.Him, two hours at the beach with us on Sundays, and he was back to work."Fred was among the first of the great wartime developers to figure out the import of Federal Housing Authority programs, vast new pots of government loans to build housing for the working- and middle-class.Trump doesn't volunteer that much of the family fortune derived from taxpayer funds, or that his father was a master manipulator of the Democratic machine in Brooklyn.There, you are met by the first in a series of dazzling young female assistants. Many of his close aides are women in their twenties not very long removed from college.
Hope Hicks, Trump's communications director who, several years ago, was studying at Southern Methodist University, leads me into the boss's office, which is as much Trump's trophy room as workspace.
Every flat surface is adorned by his image: framed magazine glossies from Important Publications, none more so, at least per Trump, than the 1990 Trump offers me a seat by his mahogany desk. (There is also a bald eagle, the stuffed-animal version, for any preschool patriot who wanders in.) In an earlier sit-down, Trump had fought me to a standstill when I tried to draw him out about his past.
As countless writers before me have discovered to their sorrow, there's no such thing as question-and--answer with Trump.
An indifferent student who was "mouthing off to everybody" and carrying around a switchblade in his pocket, he was yanked out of prep school by his disappointed parents and sent to the New York Military Academy upstate. America and the world revolved around him," says Col.
Ted Dobias, his former instructor and baseball coach, a barrel-chested man who's now nearing 90 but whose memory is diamond-drill sharp.
C'mon, I'll show you myself." I follow him into the stateroom of the 757, past three rows of sleeper seats wrapped in eggshell calfskin, with seat-belt buckles of plated gold and the family crest stitched in every headrest; past the conference center, with its mahogany table and a dozen executive high-backs snugged around it; past the in-plane theater, with its oyster-shape couches and the 57-inch flatscreen tuned to Fox; past the bumped-out bulkhead and the first of two bedrooms, this one fitted with mohair couches that convert to a full-size bed; and then the master bedroom, with its silk-spun walls and bathroom fixtures finished in rosy gold."Not bad, you agree?