For no reason at all, I thought about George Washington this morning. Not the things one might normally think about George Washington, but about the oft-stated fact that George Washington never heard of dinosaurs. Washington died in 1798, before the first dinosaur fossils were found (the word “dinosaur” was first used in the 1840s). So there was no way that George Washington ever heard of, or even could have really contemplated, dinosaurs.
Then, I thought about my father, who passed away in 1979. I went to Wikipedia to look at inventions of the 1980s, to see what my father had no knowledge of, and probably never really contemplated. The Space Shuttle and the International Space Station, CDs and DVDs, the World Wide Web, personal computers, individual cell phones, and even, yes, Wikipedia. And, of course, also everything that has been invented in the last 30+ years, from 1990 until the present.
That got me thinking about the late 1970s, when I was involved in the development of a large, two building subsidized apartment project in Guaynabo, Puerto Rico, a suburb of San Juan. You will see the connection in a minute.
In the 1970s, before the age of electronic communication, business travel was much more common for lawyers than now. I did a fair amount of travel in those days, including making numerous trips to Puerto Rico, where I eventually developed a number of clients. The Guaynabo project (I will call it “Guaynabo Towers”) was the first project I had been involved with in Puerto Rico and, for this development alone, I think I made four or five trips.
The reason that all that travel was necessary and why it took so long to finish, had to do with all the characters involved in this project. And, boy, were they characters.
I represented the only party which was headquartered in the 50 states – the company providing the construction equity. Everyone else was from somewhere else. I can’t say I remember all of them, but I certainly remember some of them. The lawyer who represented the ownership entity was a frenetic San Juan lawyer, whose frenetic energy sometimes helped move things along, and sometimes did the opposite. Efficiency was not his strong suit, and I wondered then what would happen to him as he career went forward – I assumed he would wind up in some sort of trouble. He didn’t – he became the Commonwealth’s Secretary of State, the Deputy Mayor of San Juan and the head of the largest electric utility on the island. I remember his wife, who wasn’t directly involved in Guaynabo Towers, but – since there was a fair amount of socializing surrounding this deal – I met her several times; I remember she didn’t like me at all – probably because my ways and her ways had little in common.
I remember one of the other lawyers involved, a much less frenetic fellow, with whom I wound up working quite a bit over the next 30 years or so. He seemed to be able to switch between Puerto Rican and stateside rhythm with little problem – I marveled at that until I learned that his Puerto Rican father was married to his Ukrainian-born mother. Then all was clear.
Then, there was the Lebanese gentleman who owned the land on which the project was to be built. He was a businessman, the owner of a number of large furniture stores across Puerto Rico. He was anxious for the deal to close, of course. I never met him in person, but he somehow thought that I was the representative of the Federal government (the project’s mortgage was insured by FHA, and its rents subsidized by a HUD problem) and that I was therefore the problem, the reason the project had not proceeded to closing. One day, at a meeting where he was being represented (not in a legal sense) by his attractive young daughter, she handed me the phone and told me, after taking a deep breath, that her father wanted to speak to me. Speaking in very poor English, he said to me (I am obviously paraphrasing here): ”I am from Lebanon. I hear you are Jewish, right? You know my daughter there with you? Do you know her husband is Jewish? I really like Jewish people. Can you approve this project so we can move on?”. I gave the phone back to his daughter and gave her a “what am I to do with this?” look. She just rolled her eyes, and the meeting continued.
The head of the construction company was French, but had been living in Colombia, in Bogota, for most of his adult life. He was a Hemingway-like figure, always dressed casually, and looking like he was ready for his next big adventure. He was also very casual about the construction. Everything for him was easy – there would be no problems. He was super-contractor. He was very bright, very personable, and very trendy. One day – a day I won’t forget – he brought a new device to a meeting. It was a Texas Instruments hand held calculator. It could add, subtract, multiply, and divide (and probably do more) just by pushing buttons. It was small. And you didn’t have to plug it in. We all stood at his desk marveling at this wonderful new invention. We (none of us) had ever seen anything like it.
Because I didn’t live on Puerto Rico, I was always in a somewhat different position than everyone else. I had planes to catch. I think I always made it, but never with more than 5 seconds to spare. After all, it was necessary for everyone else to see how long they could delay my departure to the airport. For me, it was a challenge, not a problem. All in good sport.
After months of wrangling, back and forth, the transaction closed, the land owner got his money, HUD gave its approval, and construction began on what became a successful project. After the official closing, held at the San Juan District HUD office, I was ecstatic and anxious to get home.
No one else seemed as happy as I was, and that confused me. Until I realized what I think is a great truth. The difference between life in Puerto Rico and life in Washington. My goal, in connection with any transaction, was to make it as good as I could for my client and then wrap it up and get on to something else.
Not so for everyone else. Their goal was to play a part in the transaction and have a good time doing it – a good time with friends and a good time giving your friends new challenges; it was a great game. And when the game was over, and the closing completed, there would be no more socializing with this group of friends. It was done. It was not a time for celebration, but for a bit of sorrow. The fun was over. Would we find another way to have as good of a time as we had developing Guaynabo Towers?
I can’t tell you which approach is the better. But I can tell you it was a learning experience and helped me in my future work in Puerto Rico. And, whenever anyone complained about their frustrations dealing in PR or similar places, I could give them a little perspective. We like “done”. They like “doing”.
I really liked working in Puerto Rico. And I did work with some of these same people again and again. Sadly, most of them are no longer around.
And speaking of “no longer around”, I just realized that today is February 10, the 71st anniversary of my grandfather’s death. Boy, does time march on.