Above: beautiful Charolais cows in France. Livestock photo by the author.
During my furtive job search in 1985, Brown Brothers Harriman was obviously not the place where yours truly got closest to the Finest Escape from an injurious job situation. That distinction belongs to an interesting entity called the Manufacturers Hanover Trust Company (“MHT”), otherwise known as “Manny Hanny.” A storied bank that had grown on the back of multiple acquisitions, by the mid-1980s it was one of the largest in New York City (and the world, for that matter).
However come 1992, it was no more. Kaput.
But in its day, one of its core strengths lay in its international banking operations, which was my particular interest. Plunging my contact list, I came to visit the headquarters numerous times at 270 Park Avenue. Astute readers may recognize that very same address from previous posts as Manny Hanny had purchased it from none other than Union Carbide. This was the very same building that Dad had dragged me to when he went trolling for secretaries in the 1960s, see my post “THE BIGGER IDEA (AND ME AS WINGBOY).”
It was the locale of the big score in my family, in other words, hallowed ground. Maybe it would be the same for me, personally.