Neil M. Dollard: Connected by
Telephone
His
family's memories of Neil M. Dollard frequently involve a
telephone. There were the calls Mr. Dollard made to his
mother, Helen, from his kitchen ("How do you debeard a
mussel?") and to his sister Megan ("I'm working with
purple basil. Have you ever made purple pesto?") and the
endless conversations on the special line that connected
him to his brother Peter's office; they spoke "maybe 45
times a day" by Peter Dollard's count.
After high school, Neil Dollard, who was 28, headed
straight from Staten Island to Cantor Fitzgerald, signing
on as a "bluecoat" who emptied wastebaskets, and working
his way up to bond broker. He embraced the lifestyle,
building a wardrobe of natty suits and taking on the
vocabulary of Wall Street: "waving in" bottles of wine at
dinner, for example, to indulge clients. He bought a
condominium in Hoboken, N.J., and had a happy
relationship with his girlfriend, Kristin Ledzion. They
planned to join other family members vacationing in
Chiavari, on the coast of Italy, in the middle of
September.
He called them there on Sept. 10. "He spoke to all of
us, and he told me how much he was looking forward to the
trip," his brother said. "He said that when he got there,
we were going to wave everything in."
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