In 1978 when I was a first-year associate at Weil Gotshal & Manges in New York, my wife, Lesley, and I lived on the upper east side. Each morning I would run the 1.6 mile track around the Central Park reservoir.
Usually Jacqueline Onassis would be running there wearing her trademark oversized sunglasses with her body guard conspicuous in street clothes and leather dress shoes. Where the path would widen I would pass her and say “good morning,” and she would never respond, just smile and nod. That was enough; it would make my day.
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