Tuesday, November 6, 1990. Election Day. I was 36 and worked as a paralegal at the Strauss firm. After 5:00 PM I rode on an elevator at the office, heading home, alone with fellow paralegal Peter Jacoby. The elevator stopped at the third floor. Waiting for the elevator was firm founder, Bob Strauss. He paused for a moment when he spotted me then smiled as if he recognized me. Strauss should not have known who I was. We had never been introduced. Days earlier, on Friday, November 2, at my weekly psychotherapy consult with Stanley Palombo, I had brought along the classical pianist, Arthur Rubinstein’s autobiography, My Early Years. I wanted to share the opening paragraph of the book with my therapist. Coincidentally, Bob Strauss’s father, an aspiring concert pianist, had emigrated from Germany to the United States in the years before World War I, hoping — but never realizing his dream — to make a concert career. The elder Strauss ended up in Texas operating a dry goods store.
Riding the elevator that evening, Bob Strauss chatted with Peter Jacoby about the Congressional elections that day.