Taken in early 1992 at the Plaza Hotel in NYC at the end of a UJA luncheon. My grandfather, in between Prime Minister Rabin and me, put his arm around Rabin, and I thought the Israeli Secret Service was going to have a fit (or worse). Hence, the worried expression on my face.
At my grandfather's table was a man who was quizzing me about where my ex-wife and I were going on our honeymoon. When I told him "France", he gave me his card and told me to go to Mumm for the champagne tour. He wrote a message on the back of his card to give us "the royal Mumm treatment", and he told me to give it to the person at the desk. When we finally got to Mumm for the tour, I handed the card to the person at the desk, and they asked me how long I'd known Mr. Bronfman.





