last meeting Vincent

.obsidian/community-plugins.json

@@ -58,5 +58,6 @@
   "msg-handler",
   "cron",
   "obsidian-gallery",
-  "obsidian-timelines"
+  "obsidian-timelines",
+  "obsidian-full-calendar"
 ]

.obsidian/graph.json

@@ -95,6 +95,6 @@
   "repelStrength": 10,
   "linkStrength": 1,
   "linkDistance": 250,
-  "scale": 0.3852520862549465,
+  "scale": 0.8002457137330629,
   "close": true
 }

.obsidian/plugins/auto-card-link/main.js

@@ -195,7 +195,8 @@ var LinkMetadataParser = class {
       description,
       host: hostname,
       favicon,
-      image
+      image,
+      indent: 0
     };
   }
   getTitle() {
@@ -335,6 +336,14 @@ var CodeBlockProcessor = class {
   }
   parseLinkMetadataFromYaml(source) {
     let yaml;
+    let indent = -1;
+    source = source.split(/\r?\n|\r|\n/g).map((line) => line.replace(/^\t+/g, (tabs) => {
+      const n = tabs.length;
+      if (indent < 0) {
+        indent = n;
+      }
+      return " ".repeat(n);
+    })).join("\n");
     try {
       yaml = (0, import_obsidian3.parseYaml)(source);
     } catch (error) {
@@ -350,7 +359,8 @@ var CodeBlockProcessor = class {
       description: yaml.description,
       host: yaml.host,
       favicon: yaml.favicon,
-      image: yaml.image
+      image: yaml.image,
+      indent
     };
   }
   genErrorEl(errorMsg) {
@@ -364,6 +374,7 @@ var CodeBlockProcessor = class {
   genLinkEl(data) {
     const containerEl = document.createElement("div");
     containerEl.addClass("auto-card-link-container");
+    containerEl.setAttr("data-auto-card-link-depth", data.indent);
     const cardEl = document.createElement("a");
     cardEl.addClass("auto-card-link-card");
     cardEl.setAttr("href", data.url);

.obsidian/plugins/auto-card-link/manifest.json

@@ -1,10 +1,10 @@
 {
 	"id": "auto-card-link",
 	"name": "Auto Card Link",
-	"version": "1.1.1",
+	"version": "1.1.2",
 	"minAppVersion": "0.12.0",
 	"description": "Automatically fetches metadata from a url and makes it as a card-styled link",
 	"author": "Nekoshita Yuki",
 	"authorUrl": "https://github.com/nekoshita",
 	"isDesktopOnly": false
-}
+}

.obsidian/plugins/auto-card-link/styles.css

@@ -3,7 +3,37 @@
     border: solid 1px rgba(92, 147, 187, 0.2);
     border-radius: 8px;
     overflow: hidden;
-    font-family: -apple-system, system-ui, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", "Helvetica Neue", Arial, sans-serif;
+    font-family: -apple-system, system-ui, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI",
+        "Helvetica Neue", Arial, sans-serif;
+}
+
+.auto-card-link-container {
+    --auto-card-link-indent-size: 2.5em;
+
+    &[data-auto-card-link-depth="0"] {
+        margin-left: calc(var(--auto-card-link-indent-size) * 0);
+    }
+    &[data-auto-card-link-depth="1"] {
+        margin-left: calc(var(--auto-card-link-indent-size) * 1);
+    }
+    &[data-auto-card-link-depth="2"] {
+        margin-left: calc(var(--auto-card-link-indent-size) * 2);
+    }
+    &[data-auto-card-link-depth="3"] {
+        margin-left: calc(var(--auto-card-link-indent-size) * 3);
+    }
+    &[data-auto-card-link-depth="4"] {
+        margin-left: calc(var(--auto-card-link-indent-size) * 4);
+    }
+    &[data-auto-card-link-depth="5"] {
+        margin-left: calc(var(--auto-card-link-indent-size) * 5);
+    }
+    &[data-auto-card-link-depth="6"] {
+        margin-left: calc(var(--auto-card-link-indent-size) * 6);
+    }
+    &[data-auto-card-link-depth="7"] {
+        margin-left: calc(var(--auto-card-link-indent-size) * 7);
+    }
 }
 
 .auto-card-link-error-container {
@@ -11,12 +41,12 @@
     margin: 0 auto;
     border-radius: 8px;
     overflow: hidden;
-    font-family: -apple-system, system-ui, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", "Helvetica Neue", Arial, sans-serif;
+    font-family: -apple-system, system-ui, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI",
+        "Helvetica Neue", Arial, sans-serif;
     background-color: rgb(255, 246, 228);
     padding: 10px;
 }
 
-
 .auto-card-link-card {
     display: flex;
     align-items: center;
@@ -31,37 +61,36 @@
 
 .auto-card-link-main {
     flex: 1;
-    padding: 0.8em 1.2em;
+    height: 100%;
+    padding: 0.25em 1.2em;
     min-width: 0;
+    display: flex;
+    flex-direction: column;
+    justify-content: space-around;
 }
 
 .auto-card-link-title {
     display: -webkit-box;
     -webkit-box-orient: vertical;
     -webkit-line-clamp: 2;
-    overflow-x: hidden;
+    overflow: hidden;
-    overflow-y: hidden;
     word-break: break-word;
     margin: 0;
     font-size: 1em !important;
-    max-height: 3.05em;
     user-select: none;
 }
 
 .auto-card-link-description {
     display: -webkit-box;
     -webkit-box-orient: vertical;
-    -webkit-line-clamp: 3;
+    -webkit-line-clamp: 2;
     max-height: 4.65em;
-    overflow-x: hidden;
+    overflow: hidden;
-    overflow-y: hidden;
-    margin-top: 0.5em;
     color: #77838c;
     font-size: 0.8em !important;
 }
 
 .auto-card-link-host {
-    margin-top: 0.5em;
     font-size: 0.78em !important;
     display: flex;
     align-items: center;

.obsidian/plugins/cron/data.json

@@ -19,7 +19,7 @@
     "601d1cc7-a4f3-4f19-aa9f-3bddd7ab6b1d": {
       "locked": false,
       "lockedDeviceName": "iPhone",
-      "lastRun": "2023-08-21T07:06:01+02:00"
+      "lastRun": "2023-09-12T07:32:02+02:00"
     }
   }
 }

.obsidian/plugins/cron/main.js

@@ -9155,6 +9155,7 @@ var CronSettingTab = class extends import_obsidian2.PluginSettingTab {
       }).addExtraButton((button) => {
         button.setIcon("cross").setTooltip("Delete Job").onClick(() => {
           this.plugin.settings.crons.splice(index, 1);
+          delete this.plugin.jobs[cronjob.id];
           delete this.plugin.settings.locks[cronjob.id];
           this.plugin.saveSettings();
           this.display();

.obsidian/plugins/cron/manifest.json

@@ -1,7 +1,7 @@
 {
 	"id": "cron",
 	"name": "Cron",
-	"version": "1.1.1",
+	"version": "1.1.2",
 	"minAppVersion": "0.15.0",
 	"description": "Simple CRON / schedular plugin to regularly run user scripts or Obsidian commands.",
 	"author": "Callum Loh",

.obsidian/plugins/email-block-plugin/main.js

@@ -1,161 +0,0 @@
-/*
-THIS IS A GENERATED/BUNDLED FILE BY ESBUILD
-if you want to view the source, please visit the github repository of this plugin
-*/
-
-var __defProp = Object.defineProperty;
-var __getOwnPropDesc = Object.getOwnPropertyDescriptor;
-var __getOwnPropNames = Object.getOwnPropertyNames;
-var __hasOwnProp = Object.prototype.hasOwnProperty;
-var __export = (target, all) => {
-  for (var name in all)
-    __defProp(target, name, { get: all[name], enumerable: true });
-};
-var __copyProps = (to, from, except, desc) => {
-  if (from && typeof from === "object" || typeof from === "function") {
-    for (let key of __getOwnPropNames(from))
-      if (!__hasOwnProp.call(to, key) && key !== except)
-        __defProp(to, key, { get: () => from[key], enumerable: !(desc = __getOwnPropDesc(from, key)) || desc.enumerable });
-  }
-  return to;
-};
-var __toCommonJS = (mod) => __copyProps(__defProp({}, "__esModule", { value: true }), mod);
-
-// main.ts
-var main_exports = {};
-__export(main_exports, {
-  default: () => MailBlockPlugin
-});
-module.exports = __toCommonJS(main_exports);
-var import_obsidian = require("obsidian");
-var MailBlockPlugin = class extends import_obsidian.Plugin {
-  async onload() {
-    console.log("email block loading...");
-    this.registerMarkdownCodeBlockProcessor("email", async (src, el, ctx) => {
-      let parameters = null;
-      try {
-        parameters = this.readParameters(src, ctx);
-      } catch (e) {
-        el.createEl("h3", { text: "Email parameters invalid: \n" + e.message });
-        return;
-      }
-      try {
-        const rootEl = el.createEl("div", { cls: "email-block" });
-        if (parameters.from !== void 0) {
-          rootEl.createEl("div", { cls: "email-block-info", text: "From:" });
-          rootEl.createEl("div", { cls: "email-block-info-value", text: this.renderAddress(parameters.from) });
-        }
-        if (parameters.to !== void 0) {
-          rootEl.createEl("div", { cls: "email-block-info", text: "To:" });
-          rootEl.createEl("div", { cls: "email-block-info-value", text: this.renderAddress(parameters.to) });
-        }
-        if (parameters.cc !== void 0) {
-          rootEl.createEl("div", { cls: "email-block-info", text: "Cc:" });
-          rootEl.createEl("div", { cls: "email-block-info-value", text: this.renderAddress(parameters.cc) });
-        }
-        if (parameters.bcc !== void 0) {
-          rootEl.createEl("div", { cls: "email-block-info", text: "Bcc:" });
-          rootEl.createEl("div", { cls: "email-block-info-value", text: this.renderAddress(parameters.bcc) });
-        }
-        rootEl.createEl("div", { cls: "email-block-info", text: "Subject:" });
-        rootEl.createEl("div", { cls: "email-block-info-value", text: parameters.subject });
-        const bodyContent = rootEl.createEl("div", { cls: "email-block-body" });
-        await this.renderBody(bodyContent, parameters.body, parameters.variables, ctx);
-        const data = "mailto:" + this.encodeToHtml(parameters.to) + "?subject=" + this.encodeToHtml(parameters.subject) + (parameters.cc !== void 0 ? "&cc=" + this.encodeToHtml(parameters.cc) : "") + (parameters.bcc !== void 0 ? "&bcc=" + this.encodeToHtml(parameters.bcc) : "") + (bodyContent.innerText.length !== 0 ? "&body=" + this.encodeToHtml(bodyContent.innerText) : "");
-        if (parameters.showmailto) {
-          rootEl.createEl("a", { href: data, text: "Mailto" });
-        }
-      } catch (error) {
-        el.createEl("h3", { text: error });
-      }
-    });
-  }
-  readParameters(yamlString, ctx) {
-    if (yamlString.contains("[[") && !yamlString.contains('"[[')) {
-      yamlString = yamlString.replace("[[", '"[[');
-      yamlString = yamlString.replace("]]", ']]"');
-    }
-    let extraBody = "";
-    if (yamlString.contains("---")) {
-      let data = yamlString.split("---");
-      yamlString = data[0];
-      extraBody = data[1];
-    }
-    const parameters = (0, import_obsidian.parseYaml)(yamlString);
-    parameters.to = this.fixAddress(parameters.to);
-    parameters.cc = this.fixAddress(parameters.cc);
-    parameters.bcc = this.fixAddress(parameters.bcc);
-    if (parameters.subject == void 0) {
-      parameters.subject = "";
-    }
-    if (parameters.showmailto == void 0) {
-      parameters.showmailto = true;
-    }
-    if (parameters.body === void 0) {
-      parameters.body = extraBody;
-    }
-    if (parameters.variables === void 0) {
-      parameters.variables = {};
-    }
-    const sourceFile = this.app.metadataCache.getFirstLinkpathDest(ctx.sourcePath, "");
-    if (sourceFile != null) {
-      const sourceCache = this.app.metadataCache.getFileCache(sourceFile);
-      if (sourceCache != null) {
-        if (sourceCache.frontmatter != void 0) {
-          for (const [key, value] of Object.entries(sourceCache.frontmatter)) {
-            parameters.variables[key] = value.toString();
-          }
-        }
-      }
-    }
-    return parameters;
-  }
-  fixAddress(address) {
-    if (address === void 0) {
-      return void 0;
-    }
-    let fixedAddress = address.replace(/\s/g, "").replace(";", ",");
-    return fixedAddress;
-  }
-  renderAddress(address) {
-    return address.split(",").join(", ");
-  }
-  async renderBody(bodyContentEl, bodyContent, variables, ctx) {
-    if (bodyContent === void 0) {
-      return;
-    }
-    if (bodyContent.startsWith("[[")) {
-      bodyContent = bodyContent.substring(2, bodyContent.length - 2);
-      const mdFile = this.app.metadataCache.getFirstLinkpathDest(bodyContent, ctx.sourcePath);
-      if (mdFile != null) {
-        let mdContent = await this.app.vault.read(mdFile);
-        for (const [variable, value] of Object.entries(variables)) {
-          if (value != void 0) {
-            mdContent = mdContent.replace("{{" + variable + "}}", value);
-          }
-        }
-        await import_obsidian.MarkdownRenderer.renderMarkdown(mdContent, bodyContentEl, mdFile.path, new import_obsidian.Component());
-      }
-    } else {
-      for (const [variable, value] of Object.entries(variables)) {
-        if (value != void 0) {
-          bodyContent = bodyContent == null ? void 0 : bodyContent.replace("{{" + variable + "}}", value);
-        }
-      }
-      let lines = bodyContent.split("\n");
-      lines.forEach((line) => {
-        bodyContentEl.createEl("div", { cls: "email-block-body-line", text: line });
-      });
-    }
-  }
-  encodeToHtml(rawStr) {
-    if (rawStr === void 0) {
-      return "";
-    }
-    let retStr = encodeURIComponent(rawStr);
-    return retStr;
-  }
-  onunload() {
-    console.log("Unloading email plugin...");
-  }
-};

.obsidian/plugins/email-block-plugin/manifest.json

@@ -1,11 +0,0 @@
-{
-	"id": "email-block-plugin",
-	"name": "Email code block",
-	"version": "0.5.0",
-	"minAppVersion": "0.15.0",
-	"description": "This plugin renders an email code block.",
-	"author": "JoLeaf",
-	"authorUrl": "https://github.com/JoLeaf",
-	"fundingUrl": "https://ko-fi.com/joleaf",
-	"isDesktopOnly": false
-}

.obsidian/plugins/email-block-plugin/styles.css

@@ -1,41 +0,0 @@
-/* Styles */
-
-.email-block {
-    display: grid;
-    grid-template-columns: 1fr 8fr;
-    row-gap: 5px;
-    border: 1px solid gray;
-    padding: 4px;
-}
-
-.email-block-info {
-    font-style: italic;
-    font-size: 80%;
-    align-self: center;
-}
-
-.email-block-info-value {
-    font-weight: bold;
-    font-size: 90%;
-    align-self: center;
-}
-
-.email-block-body {
-    grid-column-start: 1;
-    grid-column-end: span 2;
-    border-left: 1px gray solid;
-    padding-left: 5px;
-}
-
-.email-block-body-line {
-
-}
-
-.email-block-mailto {
-    grid-column-start: 1;
-    grid-column-end: span 2;
-}
-
-.email-block-error {
-    color: red !important;
-}

.obsidian/plugins/emoji-shortcodes/data.json

@@ -4,13 +4,18 @@
   "historyPriority": true,
   "historyLimit": 100,
   "history": [
-    ":blue_car:",
     ":plate_with_cutlery:",
-    ":stadium:",
-    ":racehorse:",
     ":fork_and_knife:",
-    ":battery:",
+    ":racehorse:",
+    ":rugby_football:",
+    ":house:",
+    ":paintbrush:",
+    ":soccer:",
     ":tv:",
+    ":hiking_boot:",
+    ":blue_car:",
+    ":stadium:",
+    ":battery:",
     ":car:",
     ":train2:",
     ":hot_pepper:",
@@ -21,7 +26,6 @@
     ":coffee:",
     ":mountain:",
     ":cityscape:",
-    ":soccer:",
     ":iphone:",
     ":european_castle:",
     ":horse_racing:",
@@ -39,7 +43,6 @@
     ":ferris_wheel:",
     ":cake:",
     ":family_man_woman_girl_boy:",
-    ":rugby_football:",
     ":medical_symbol:",
     ":star:",
     ":racing_car:",
@@ -70,7 +73,6 @@
     ":film_strip:",
     ":dragon:",
     ":artist:",
-    ":house:",
     ":cat2:",
     ":standing_person:",
     ":shopping:",

.obsidian/plugins/find-unlinked-files/manifest.json

@@ -1,7 +1,7 @@
 {
   "id": "find-unlinked-files",
   "name": "Find orphaned files and broken links",
-  "version": "1.9.0",
+  "version": "1.9.1",
   "description": "Find files that are not linked anywhere and would otherwise be lost in your vault. In other words: files with no backlinks.",
   "author": "Vinzent",
   "fundingUrl": "https://ko-fi.com/vinzent",

.obsidian/plugins/meld-encrypt/manifest.json

@@ -1,7 +1,7 @@
 {
 	"id": "meld-encrypt",
 	"name": "Meld Encrypt",
-	"version": "2.2.0",
+	"version": "2.3.1",
 	"minAppVersion": "1.0.3",
 	"description": "Hide secrets in your vault",
 	"author": "meld-cp",
@@ -10,5 +10,5 @@
 	"fundingUrl": {
 		"Buy Me a Coffee": "https://www.buymeacoffee.com/cleon",
 		"GitHub Sponsor": "https://github.com/sponsors/meld-cp"
-	  }
+	}
 }

.obsidian/plugins/note-refactor-obsidian/manifest.json

@@ -1,7 +1,7 @@
 {
   "id": "note-refactor-obsidian",
   "name": "Note Refactor",
-  "version": "1.7.1",
+  "version": "1.8.1",
   "description": "Extract note content into new notes and split notes",
   "isDesktopOnly": false,
   "js": "main.js",

.obsidian/plugins/obsidian-activity-history/data.json

@@ -12,8 +12,8 @@
   "checkpointList": [
     {
       "path": "/",
-      "date": "2023-08-21",
+      "date": "2023-09-12",
-      "size": 17667873
+      "size": 18048621
     }
   ],
   "activityHistory": [
@@ -2367,6 +2367,94 @@
         {
           "date": "2023-08-21",
           "value": 1440
+        },
+        {
+          "date": "2023-08-22",
+          "value": 165650
+        },
+        {
+          "date": "2023-08-23",
+          "value": 6098
+        },
+        {
+          "date": "2023-08-24",
+          "value": 1443
+        },
+        {
+          "date": "2023-08-25",
+          "value": 1508
+        },
+        {
+          "date": "2023-08-26",
+          "value": 2841
+        },
+        {
+          "date": "2023-08-27",
+          "value": 1286
+        },
+        {
+          "date": "2023-08-28",
+          "value": 1304
+        },
+        {
+          "date": "2023-08-29",
+          "value": 1417
+        },
+        {
+          "date": "2023-08-30",
+          "value": 1400
+        },
+        {
+          "date": "2023-08-31",
+          "value": 1367
+        },
+        {
+          "date": "2023-09-01",
+          "value": 104501
+        },
+        {
+          "date": "2023-09-02",
+          "value": 2299
+        },
+        {
+          "date": "2023-09-03",
+          "value": 1468
+        },
+        {
+          "date": "2023-09-04",
+          "value": 1893
+        },
+        {
+          "date": "2023-09-05",
+          "value": 1596
+        },
+        {
+          "date": "2023-09-06",
+          "value": 1367
+        },
+        {
+          "date": "2023-09-07",
+          "value": 1475
+        },
+        {
+          "date": "2023-09-08",
+          "value": 2162
+        },
+        {
+          "date": "2023-09-09",
+          "value": 75868
+        },
+        {
+          "date": "2023-09-10",
+          "value": 1525
+        },
+        {
+          "date": "2023-09-11",
+          "value": 2319
+        },
+        {
+          "date": "2023-09-12",
+          "value": 1289
         }
       ]
     }

.obsidian/plugins/obsidian-admonition/data.json

@@ -106,7 +106,7 @@
   },
   "syntaxHighlight": false,
   "copyButton": true,
-  "version": "9.3.3",
+  "version": "10.0.1",
   "autoCollapse": false,
   "defaultCollapseType": "open",
   "injectColor": true,

.obsidian/plugins/obsidian-admonition/manifest.json

@@ -1,7 +1,7 @@
 {
     "id": "obsidian-admonition",
     "name": "Admonition",
-    "version": "9.3.3",
+    "version": "10.0.1",
     "minAppVersion": "1.1.0",
     "description": "Enhanced callouts for Obsidian.md",
     "author": "Jeremy Valentine",

.obsidian/plugins/obsidian-advanced-uri/manifest.json

@@ -5,7 +5,7 @@
     "isDesktopOnly": false,
     "js": "main.js",
     "fundingUrl": "https://ko-fi.com/vinzent",
-    "version": "1.37.0",
+    "version": "1.38.1",
     "author": "Vinzent",
     "authorUrl": "https://github.com/Vinzent03"
 }

.obsidian/plugins/obsidian-commits/data.json

@@ -1240,7 +1240,7 @@
       "links": 6
     },
     "01.03 Family/Amaury de Villeneuve.md": {
-      "size": 2495,
+      "size": 2831,
       "tags": 3,
       "links": 10
     },
@@ -1255,7 +1255,7 @@
       "links": 7
     },
     "01.03 Family/Laurence Bédier.md": {
-      "size": 2238,
+      "size": 2477,
       "tags": 1,
       "links": 14
     },
@@ -1530,7 +1530,7 @@
       "links": 21
     },
     "05.02 Networks/Server Cloud.md": {
-      "size": 4792,
+      "size": 5363,
       "tags": 6,
       "links": 13
     },
@@ -1570,14 +1570,14 @@
       "links": 1
     },
     "01.02 Home/Household.md": {
-      "size": 7347,
+      "size": 9001,
       "tags": 2,
       "links": 2
     },
     "01.02 Home/Life mementos.md": {
-      "size": 1909,
+      "size": 2138,
       "tags": 0,
-      "links": 2
+      "links": 1
     },
     "03.03 Food & Wine/Poul ak Nwa.md": {
       "size": 4635,
@@ -1765,7 +1765,7 @@
       "links": 1
     },
     "01.01 Life Orga/@Finances.md": {
-      "size": 4291,
+      "size": 4792,
       "tags": 4,
       "links": 5
     },
@@ -2370,7 +2370,7 @@
       "links": 6
     },
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         "title": ":racehorse: [[@Sally|Sally]]: Vet check %%done_del%%",
         "time": "2023-09-30",
         "rowNumber": 125
       },
+      {
+        "title": ":racehorse: [[@Sally|Sally]]: Pay for horseshoes (150 CHF) %%done_del%%",
+        "time": "2023-10-10",
+        "rowNumber": 127
+      },
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-        "time": "2023-08-20",
+        "time": "2023-09-20",
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         "title": ":birthday: :horse_racing: [[Juan Bautista Bossio|Juan]]‘s birthday %%done_del%%",
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-        "time": "2023-08-29",
+        "time": "2023-09-12",
         "rowNumber": 53
       }
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+    "01.03 Family/Ophélie Bédier.md": [
       {
-        "title": ":racehorse: [[@Sally|Sally]], [[2023-08-12 Front leg inflammation|Note]]: Check evolution of inflammation",
+        "title": ":birthday: **[[Ophélie Bédier|Ophélie]]** %%done_del%%",
-        "time": "2023-08-22",
+        "time": "2024-09-05",
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-{
+{
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+	"id": "obsidian-style-settings",
-  "name": "Style Settings",
+	"name": "Style Settings",
-  "version": "1.0.6",
+	"version": "1.0.7",
-  "minAppVersion": "0.11.5",
+	"minAppVersion": "0.11.5",
-  "description": "Offers controls for adjusting theme, plugin, and snippet CSS variables.",
+	"description": "Offers controls for adjusting theme, plugin, and snippet CSS variables.",
-  "author": "mgmeyers",
+	"author": "mgmeyers",
-  "authorUrl": "https://github.com/mgmeyers/obsidian-style-settings",
+	"authorUrl": "https://github.com/mgmeyers/obsidian-style-settings",
-  "isDesktopOnly": false
+	"isDesktopOnly": false
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+}

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       "obsidian-tts:Text to Speech": false,
       "obsidian-gallery:Gallery": false,
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+      "obsidian-full-calendar:Open Full Calendar": false,
+      "obsidian-memos:Memos": false,
+      "meld-encrypt:New encrypted note": false,
+      "meld-encrypt:Convert to or from an Encrypted note": false,
+      "obsidian-metatable:Metatable": false
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+    "04.03 Creative snippets/Working note - Project 1.md",
+    "00.02 Inbox/Carlos Alcaraz Is Bringing the Thrill Back to Tennis.md",
+    "00.02 Inbox/Le Camp des Saints.md",
+    "00.03 News/How Some Men Play Dungeons & Dragons on Texas’ Death Row.md",
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00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-02-08.md

@@ -118,6 +118,8 @@ This section does serve for quick memos.
 
 📺: [[Reign Supreme (2022–)]]
 
+⚽: [[2023-02-08 OM - Paris SG (2-1)]]
+
  
 
 ---

00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-02-14.md

@@ -118,6 +118,8 @@ This section does serve for quick memos.
 
 🍽: [[Spicy Szechuan Noodles with Garlic Chilli Oil]]
 
+⚽: [[2023-02-14 PSG- Bayern (0-1)]]
+
  
 
 ---

00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-02-19.md

@@ -118,6 +118,8 @@ This section does serve for quick memos.
 
 📖: [[Under the Volcano]]
 
+⚽: [[2023-02-19 PSG - Lille (4-3)]]
+
 🎬: [[Riff Raff Kino Bar]]: [[Tár (2022)]]
 
  

00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-02-26.md

@@ -114,7 +114,9 @@ This section does serve for quick memos.
 
  
 
-Loret ipsum
+🏉: [[2023-02-26 France - Scotland (32-21)]]
+
+⚽: [[2023-02-26 OM - PSG (0-3)]]
 
  
 

00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-03-04.md

@@ -123,6 +123,8 @@ This section does serve for quick memos.
 
 🍽: [[Baur au Lac]]
 
+⚽: [[2023-03-04 PSG - FC Nantes (4-2)]]
+
  
 
 ---

00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-04-08.md

@@ -118,6 +118,8 @@ This section does serve for quick memos.
 
 🏟: [[@@Zürich|FC Zürich]] - FC Basel
 
+⚽: [[2023-04-08 OGC Nice - PSG (0-2)]]
+
  
 
 ---

00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-04-15.md

@@ -116,6 +116,8 @@ This section does serve for quick memos.
 
 🍽: [[Spicy Szechuan Noodles with Garlic Chilli Oil]] + jammy egg
 
+⚽: [[2023-04-15 PSG - RC Lens (3-1)]]
+
  
 
 ---

00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-04-21.md

@@ -116,6 +116,8 @@ This section does serve for quick memos.
 
 🐎: [[Polo Park Zürich]] with [[@Sally|Sally]]
 
+⚽: [[2023-04-21 Angers SCO - PSG (1-2)]]
+
  
 
 ---

00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-05-07.md

@@ -118,6 +118,8 @@ This section does serve for quick memos.
 
 🍽: [[Big Shells With Spicy Lamb Sausage and Pistachios]]
 
+⚽: [[2023-05-07 Troyes - PSG (1-3)]]
+
  
 
 ---

00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-08-21.md

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 FrontHeadBar: 5
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-Water: 3.48
+Water: 4.48
 Coffee: 0
-Steps:
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 IceSkating:

00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-08-22.md

@@ -0,0 +1,140 @@
+---
+
+title: "🗒 Daily Note"
+allDay: true
+date: 2023-08-22
+Date: 2023-08-22
+DocType: Note
+Hierarchy:
+TimeStamp:
+location:
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Sleep: 7.25
+Happiness: 85
+Gratefulness: 90
+Stress: 25
+FrontHeadBar: 5
+EarHeadBar: 20
+BackHeadBar: 30
+Water: 5.31
+Coffee: 3
+Steps: 11398
+Weight: 90.3
+Ski:
+IceSkating:
+Riding: 2
+Racket:
+Football:
+Swim:
+
+---
+
+%% Parent:: [[@Life Admin]] %%
+
+---
+
+[[2023-08-21|<< 🗓 Previous ]] &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[@Main Dashboard|Back]]  &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[2023-08-23|🗓 Next >>]]
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+```button
+name Record today's health
+type command
+action MetaEdit: Run MetaEdit
+id EditMetaData
+```
+^button-2023-08-22Edit
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-2023-08-22NSave
+
+&emsp;
+
+# 2023-08-22
+
+&emsp;
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Daily note for 2023-08-22
+
+&emsp;
+
+```toc
+style: number
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### ✅ Tasks of the day
+
+&emsp;
+
+```tasks
+not done
+due on 2023-08-22
+path does not include Templates
+hide backlinks
+hide task count
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 📝 Memos
+
+&emsp;
+
+This section does serve for quick memos.
+
+&emsp;
+
+
+%% --- %%
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 🗒 Notes
+
+&emsp;
+
+🍴: [[Beef Noodles with Beans]]
+
+🐎: 2 chukkas with [[@Sally|Sally]] at [[Polo Park Zürich|PPZ]]
+
+🍽: [[Spicy Szechuan Noodles with Garlic Chilli Oil]]
+
+📺: [[The Hunger Games - Mockingjay - Part 1 (2014)]]
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### :link: Linked activity
+
+&emsp;
+
+```dataview
+Table from [[2023-08-22]]
+```
+
+&emsp;
+&emsp;

00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-08-23.md

@@ -0,0 +1,136 @@
+---
+
+title: "🗒 Daily Note"
+allDay: true
+date: 2023-08-23
+Date: 2023-08-23
+DocType: Note
+Hierarchy:
+TimeStamp:
+location:
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Sleep: 7
+Happiness: 85
+Gratefulness: 90
+Stress: 25
+FrontHeadBar: 5
+EarHeadBar: 20
+BackHeadBar: 30
+Water: 4.15
+Coffee: 3
+Steps: 15270
+Weight:
+Ski:
+IceSkating:
+Riding:
+Racket:
+Football:
+Swim:
+
+---
+
+%% Parent:: [[@Life Admin]] %%
+
+---
+
+[[2023-08-22|<< 🗓 Previous ]] &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[@Main Dashboard|Back]]  &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[2023-08-24|🗓 Next >>]]
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+```button
+name Record today's health
+type command
+action MetaEdit: Run MetaEdit
+id EditMetaData
+```
+^button-2023-08-23Edit
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-2023-08-23NSave
+
+&emsp;
+
+# 2023-08-23
+
+&emsp;
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Daily note for 2023-08-23
+
+&emsp;
+
+```toc
+style: number
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### ✅ Tasks of the day
+
+&emsp;
+
+```tasks
+not done
+due on 2023-08-23
+path does not include Templates
+hide backlinks
+hide task count
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 📝 Memos
+
+&emsp;
+
+This section does serve for quick memos.
+
+&emsp;
+
+
+%% --- %%
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 🗒 Notes
+
+&emsp;
+
+🥾: [[@@Zürich|Ägeri]]
+
+📺: [[The Hunger Games - Mockingjay - Part 2 (2015)]]
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### :link: Linked activity
+
+&emsp;
+
+```dataview
+Table from [[2023-08-23]]
+```
+
+&emsp;
+&emsp;

00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-08-24.md

@@ -0,0 +1,136 @@
+---
+
+title: "🗒 Daily Note"
+allDay: true
+date: 2023-08-24
+Date: 2023-08-24
+DocType: Note
+Hierarchy:
+TimeStamp:
+location:
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Sleep: 7.5
+Happiness: 85
+Gratefulness: 90
+Stress: 25
+FrontHeadBar: 5
+EarHeadBar: 20
+BackHeadBar: 30
+Water: 5
+Coffee: 2
+Steps: 9099
+Weight:
+Ski:
+IceSkating:
+Riding: 1
+Racket:
+Football:
+Swim:
+
+---
+
+%% Parent:: [[@Life Admin]] %%
+
+---
+
+[[2023-08-23|<< 🗓 Previous ]] &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[@Main Dashboard|Back]]  &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[2023-08-25|🗓 Next >>]]
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+```button
+name Record today's health
+type command
+action MetaEdit: Run MetaEdit
+id EditMetaData
+```
+^button-2023-08-24Edit
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-2023-08-24NSave
+
+&emsp;
+
+# 2023-08-24
+
+&emsp;
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Daily note for 2023-08-24
+
+&emsp;
+
+```toc
+style: number
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### ✅ Tasks of the day
+
+&emsp;
+
+```tasks
+not done
+due on 2023-08-24
+path does not include Templates
+hide backlinks
+hide task count
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 📝 Memos
+
+&emsp;
+
+This section does serve for quick memos.
+
+&emsp;
+
+
+%% --- %%
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 🗒 Notes
+
+&emsp;
+
+🐎: S&B before the storm with [[@Sally|Sally]] at [[Polo Park Zürich|PPZ]]
+
+🍽: [[Big Shells With Spicy Lamb Sausage and Pistachios]]
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### :link: Linked activity
+
+&emsp;
+
+```dataview
+Table from [[2023-08-24]]
+```
+
+&emsp;
+&emsp;

00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-08-25.md

@@ -0,0 +1,134 @@
+---
+
+title: "🗒 Daily Note"
+allDay: true
+date: 2023-08-25
+Date: 2023-08-25
+DocType: Note
+Hierarchy:
+TimeStamp:
+location:
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Sleep: 7
+Happiness: 85
+Gratefulness: 90
+Stress: 25
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+EarHeadBar: 20
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+Coffee: 2
+Steps: 14129
+Weight:
+Ski:
+IceSkating:
+Riding:
+Racket:
+Football:
+Swim:
+
+---
+
+%% Parent:: [[@Life Admin]] %%
+
+---
+
+[[2023-08-24|<< 🗓 Previous ]] &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[@Main Dashboard|Back]]  &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[2023-08-26|🗓 Next >>]]
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+```button
+name Record today's health
+type command
+action MetaEdit: Run MetaEdit
+id EditMetaData
+```
+^button-2023-08-25Edit
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-2023-08-25NSave
+
+&emsp;
+
+# 2023-08-25
+
+&emsp;
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Daily note for 2023-08-25
+
+&emsp;
+
+```toc
+style: number
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### ✅ Tasks of the day
+
+&emsp;
+
+```tasks
+not done
+due on 2023-08-25
+path does not include Templates
+hide backlinks
+hide task count
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 📝 Memos
+
+&emsp;
+
+This section does serve for quick memos.
+
+&emsp;
+
+
+%% --- %%
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 🗒 Notes
+
+&emsp;
+
+Loret ipsum
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### :link: Linked activity
+
+&emsp;
+
+```dataview
+Table from [[2023-08-25]]
+```
+
+&emsp;
+&emsp;

00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-08-26.md

@@ -0,0 +1,134 @@
+---
+
+title: "🗒 Daily Note"
+allDay: true
+date: 2023-08-26
+Date: 2023-08-26
+DocType: Note
+Hierarchy:
+TimeStamp:
+location:
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Sleep: 7
+Happiness: 85
+Gratefulness: 90
+Stress: 25
+FrontHeadBar: 5
+EarHeadBar: 20
+BackHeadBar: 30
+Water: 3.5
+Coffee: 2
+Steps: 13092
+Weight:
+Ski:
+IceSkating:
+Riding:
+Racket:
+Football:
+Swim:
+
+---
+
+%% Parent:: [[@Life Admin]] %%
+
+---
+
+[[2023-08-25|<< 🗓 Previous ]] &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[@Main Dashboard|Back]]  &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[2023-08-27|🗓 Next >>]]
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+```button
+name Record today's health
+type command
+action MetaEdit: Run MetaEdit
+id EditMetaData
+```
+^button-2023-08-26Edit
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-2023-08-26NSave
+
+&emsp;
+
+# 2023-08-26
+
+&emsp;
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Daily note for 2023-08-26
+
+&emsp;
+
+```toc
+style: number
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### ✅ Tasks of the day
+
+&emsp;
+
+```tasks
+not done
+due on 2023-08-26
+path does not include Templates
+hide backlinks
+hide task count
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 📝 Memos
+
+&emsp;
+
+This section does serve for quick memos.
+
+&emsp;
+
+
+%% --- %%
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 🗒 Notes
+
+&emsp;
+
+⚽: [[2023-08-26 Paris SG - RC Lens (3-1)]]
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### :link: Linked activity
+
+&emsp;
+
+```dataview
+Table from [[2023-08-26]]
+```
+
+&emsp;
+&emsp;

00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-08-27.md

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+---
+
+title: "🗒 Daily Note"
+allDay: true
+date: 2023-08-27
+Date: 2023-08-27
+DocType: Note
+Hierarchy:
+TimeStamp:
+location:
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Sleep: 8.5
+Happiness: 85
+Gratefulness: 90
+Stress: 25
+FrontHeadBar: 5
+EarHeadBar: 20
+BackHeadBar: 30
+Water: 3
+Coffee: 2
+Steps: 9290
+Weight:
+Ski:
+IceSkating:
+Riding:
+Racket:
+Football:
+Swim:
+
+---
+
+%% Parent:: [[@Life Admin]] %%
+
+---
+
+[[2023-08-26|<< 🗓 Previous ]] &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[@Main Dashboard|Back]]  &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[2023-08-28|🗓 Next >>]]
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+```button
+name Record today's health
+type command
+action MetaEdit: Run MetaEdit
+id EditMetaData
+```
+^button-2023-08-27Edit
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-2023-08-27NSave
+
+&emsp;
+
+# 2023-08-27
+
+&emsp;
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Daily note for 2023-08-27
+
+&emsp;
+
+```toc
+style: number
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### ✅ Tasks of the day
+
+&emsp;
+
+```tasks
+not done
+due on 2023-08-27
+path does not include Templates
+hide backlinks
+hide task count
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 📝 Memos
+
+&emsp;
+
+This section does serve for quick memos.
+
+&emsp;
+
+
+%% --- %%
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 🗒 Notes
+
+&emsp;
+
+🖌: Painters for Forchstrasse 28
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### :link: Linked activity
+
+&emsp;
+
+```dataview
+Table from [[2023-08-27]]
+```
+
+&emsp;
+&emsp;

00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-08-28.md

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+---
+
+title: "🗒 Daily Note"
+allDay: true
+date: 2023-08-28
+Date: 2023-08-28
+DocType: Note
+Hierarchy:
+TimeStamp:
+location:
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Sleep: 7
+Happiness: 85
+Gratefulness: 90
+Stress: 25
+FrontHeadBar: 5
+EarHeadBar: 20
+BackHeadBar: 30
+Water: 3.5
+Coffee: 2
+Steps: 10273
+Weight:
+Ski:
+IceSkating:
+Riding:
+Racket:
+Football:
+Swim:
+
+---
+
+%% Parent:: [[@Life Admin]] %%
+
+---
+
+[[2023-08-27|<< 🗓 Previous ]] &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[@Main Dashboard|Back]]  &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[2023-08-29|🗓 Next >>]]
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+```button
+name Record today's health
+type command
+action MetaEdit: Run MetaEdit
+id EditMetaData
+```
+^button-2023-08-28Edit
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-2023-08-28NSave
+
+&emsp;
+
+# 2023-08-28
+
+&emsp;
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Daily note for 2023-08-28
+
+&emsp;
+
+```toc
+style: number
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### ✅ Tasks of the day
+
+&emsp;
+
+```tasks
+not done
+due on 2023-08-28
+path does not include Templates
+hide backlinks
+hide task count
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 📝 Memos
+
+&emsp;
+
+This section does serve for quick memos.
+
+&emsp;
+
+
+%% --- %%
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 🗒 Notes
+
+&emsp;
+
+🏠: Painter for the house
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### :link: Linked activity
+
+&emsp;
+
+```dataview
+Table from [[2023-08-28]]
+```
+
+&emsp;
+&emsp;

00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-08-29.md

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+---
+
+title: "🗒 Daily Note"
+allDay: true
+date: 2023-08-29
+Date: 2023-08-29
+DocType: Note
+Hierarchy:
+TimeStamp:
+location:
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Sleep: 7.5
+Happiness: 85
+Gratefulness: 90
+Stress: 25
+FrontHeadBar: 5
+EarHeadBar: 20
+BackHeadBar: 30
+Water: 2.5
+Coffee: 2
+Steps: 5996
+Weight:
+Ski:
+IceSkating:
+Riding:
+Racket:
+Football:
+Swim:
+
+---
+
+%% Parent:: [[@Life Admin]] %%
+
+---
+
+[[2023-08-28|<< 🗓 Previous ]] &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[@Main Dashboard|Back]]  &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[2023-08-30|🗓 Next >>]]
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+```button
+name Record today's health
+type command
+action MetaEdit: Run MetaEdit
+id EditMetaData
+```
+^button-2023-08-29Edit
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-2023-08-29NSave
+
+&emsp;
+
+# 2023-08-29
+
+&emsp;
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Daily note for 2023-08-29
+
+&emsp;
+
+```toc
+style: number
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### ✅ Tasks of the day
+
+&emsp;
+
+```tasks
+not done
+due on 2023-08-29
+path does not include Templates
+hide backlinks
+hide task count
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 📝 Memos
+
+&emsp;
+
+This section does serve for quick memos.
+
+&emsp;
+
+
+%% --- %%
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 🗒 Notes
+
+&emsp;
+
+🏠: Change of keys for the house
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### :link: Linked activity
+
+&emsp;
+
+```dataview
+Table from [[2023-08-29]]
+```
+
+&emsp;
+&emsp;

00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-08-30.md

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+---
+
+title: "🗒 Daily Note"
+allDay: true
+date: 2023-08-30
+Date: 2023-08-30
+DocType: Note
+Hierarchy:
+TimeStamp:
+location:
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Sleep: 6.5
+Happiness: 85
+Gratefulness: 90
+Stress: 25
+FrontHeadBar: 5
+EarHeadBar: 20
+BackHeadBar: 30
+Water: 2.5
+Coffee: 4
+Steps: 16417
+Weight:
+Ski:
+IceSkating:
+Riding:
+Racket:
+Football:
+Swim:
+
+---
+
+%% Parent:: [[@Life Admin]] %%
+
+---
+
+[[2023-08-29|<< 🗓 Previous ]] &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[@Main Dashboard|Back]]  &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[2023-08-31|🗓 Next >>]]
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+```button
+name Record today's health
+type command
+action MetaEdit: Run MetaEdit
+id EditMetaData
+```
+^button-2023-08-30Edit
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-2023-08-30NSave
+
+&emsp;
+
+# 2023-08-30
+
+&emsp;
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Daily note for 2023-08-30
+
+&emsp;
+
+```toc
+style: number
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### ✅ Tasks of the day
+
+&emsp;
+
+```tasks
+not done
+due on 2023-08-30
+path does not include Templates
+hide backlinks
+hide task count
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 📝 Memos
+
+&emsp;
+
+This section does serve for quick memos.
+
+&emsp;
+
+
+%% --- %%
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 🗒 Notes
+
+&emsp;
+
+Loret ipsum
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### :link: Linked activity
+
+&emsp;
+
+```dataview
+Table from [[2023-08-30]]
+```
+
+&emsp;
+&emsp;

00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-08-31.md

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+---
+
+title: "🗒 Daily Note"
+allDay: true
+date: 2023-08-31
+Date: 2023-08-31
+DocType: Note
+Hierarchy:
+TimeStamp:
+location:
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Sleep: 5.5
+Happiness: 85
+Gratefulness: 90
+Stress: 25
+FrontHeadBar: 5
+EarHeadBar: 20
+BackHeadBar: 30
+Water: 4
+Coffee: 3
+Steps: 17526
+Weight:
+Ski:
+IceSkating:
+Riding: 2
+Racket:
+Football:
+Swim:
+
+---
+
+%% Parent:: [[@Life Admin]] %%
+
+---
+
+[[2023-08-30|<< 🗓 Previous ]] &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[@Main Dashboard|Back]]  &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[2023-09-01|🗓 Next >>]]
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+```button
+name Record today's health
+type command
+action MetaEdit: Run MetaEdit
+id EditMetaData
+```
+^button-2023-08-31Edit
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-2023-08-31NSave
+
+&emsp;
+
+# 2023-08-31
+
+&emsp;
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Daily note for 2023-08-31
+
+&emsp;
+
+```toc
+style: number
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### ✅ Tasks of the day
+
+&emsp;
+
+```tasks
+not done
+due on 2023-08-31
+path does not include Templates
+hide backlinks
+hide task count
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 📝 Memos
+
+&emsp;
+
+This section does serve for quick memos.
+
+&emsp;
+
+
+%% --- %%
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 🗒 Notes
+
+&emsp;
+
+🏠: End of tenancy cleaning (Forchstrasse 28)
+
+🐎: 2 chukkas with [[@Sally|Sally]] at [[Polo Park Zürich|PPZ]].
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### :link: Linked activity
+
+&emsp;
+
+```dataview
+Table from [[2023-08-31]]
+```
+
+&emsp;
+&emsp;

00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-09-01.md

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+---
+
+title: "🗒 Daily Note"
+allDay: true
+date: 2023-09-01
+Date: 2023-09-01
+DocType: Note
+Hierarchy:
+TimeStamp:
+location:
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Sleep: 6
+Happiness: 85
+Gratefulness: 90
+Stress: 25
+FrontHeadBar: 5
+EarHeadBar: 20
+BackHeadBar: 30
+Water: 3.6
+Coffee: 5
+Steps: 12829
+Weight:
+Ski:
+IceSkating:
+Riding:
+Racket:
+Football:
+Swim:
+
+---
+
+%% Parent:: [[@Life Admin]] %%
+
+---
+
+[[2023-08-31|<< 🗓 Previous ]] &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[@Main Dashboard|Back]]  &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[2023-09-02|🗓 Next >>]]
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+```button
+name Record today's health
+type command
+action MetaEdit: Run MetaEdit
+id EditMetaData
+```
+^button-2023-09-01Edit
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-2023-09-01NSave
+
+&emsp;
+
+# 2023-09-01
+
+&emsp;
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Daily note for 2023-09-01
+
+&emsp;
+
+```toc
+style: number
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### ✅ Tasks of the day
+
+&emsp;
+
+```tasks
+not done
+due on 2023-09-01
+path does not include Templates
+hide backlinks
+hide task count
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 📝 Memos
+
+&emsp;
+
+This section does serve for quick memos.
+
+&emsp;
+
+
+%% --- %%
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 🗒 Notes
+
+&emsp;
+
+Loret ipsum
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### :link: Linked activity
+
+&emsp;
+
+```dataview
+Table from [[2023-09-01]]
+```
+
+&emsp;
+&emsp;

00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-09-02.md

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+---
+
+title: "🗒 Daily Note"
+allDay: true
+date: 2023-09-02
+Date: 2023-09-02
+DocType: Note
+Hierarchy:
+TimeStamp:
+location:
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Sleep: 6.5
+Happiness: 85
+Gratefulness: 90
+Stress: 25
+FrontHeadBar: 5
+EarHeadBar: 20
+BackHeadBar: 30
+Water: 4.8
+Coffee: 5
+Steps: 14422
+Weight:
+Ski:
+IceSkating:
+Riding: 2
+Racket:
+Football:
+Swim:
+
+---
+
+%% Parent:: [[@Life Admin]] %%
+
+---
+
+[[2023-09-01|<< 🗓 Previous ]] &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[@Main Dashboard|Back]]  &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[2023-09-03|🗓 Next >>]]
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+```button
+name Record today's health
+type command
+action MetaEdit: Run MetaEdit
+id EditMetaData
+```
+^button-2023-09-02Edit
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-2023-09-02NSave
+
+&emsp;
+
+# 2023-09-02
+
+&emsp;
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Daily note for 2023-09-02
+
+&emsp;
+
+```toc
+style: number
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### ✅ Tasks of the day
+
+&emsp;
+
+```tasks
+not done
+due on 2023-09-02
+path does not include Templates
+hide backlinks
+hide task count
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 📝 Memos
+
+&emsp;
+
+This section does serve for quick memos.
+
+&emsp;
+
+
+%% --- %%
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 🗒 Notes
+
+&emsp;
+
+🐎: 2 chukkas of the [[2023-09-02 First Tournament|Vecinos Cup]] with [[@Sally|Sally]] at [[Polo Park Zürich|PPZ]]
+
+🏠: New home taken
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### :link: Linked activity
+
+&emsp;
+
+```dataview
+Table from [[2023-09-02]]
+```
+
+&emsp;
+&emsp;

00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-09-03.md

@@ -0,0 +1,134 @@
+---
+
+title: "🗒 Daily Note"
+allDay: true
+date: 2023-09-03
+Date: 2023-09-03
+DocType: Note
+Hierarchy:
+TimeStamp:
+location:
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Sleep: 7
+Happiness: 85
+Gratefulness: 90
+Stress: 25
+FrontHeadBar: 5
+EarHeadBar: 20
+BackHeadBar: 30
+Water: 4.5
+Coffee: 1
+Steps: 10802
+Weight:
+Ski:
+IceSkating:
+Riding: 2
+Racket:
+Football:
+Swim:
+
+---
+
+%% Parent:: [[@Life Admin]] %%
+
+---
+
+[[2023-09-02|<< 🗓 Previous ]] &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[@Main Dashboard|Back]]  &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[2023-09-04|🗓 Next >>]]
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+```button
+name Record today's health
+type command
+action MetaEdit: Run MetaEdit
+id EditMetaData
+```
+^button-2023-09-03Edit
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-2023-09-03NSave
+
+&emsp;
+
+# 2023-09-03
+
+&emsp;
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Daily note for 2023-09-03
+
+&emsp;
+
+```toc
+style: number
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### ✅ Tasks of the day
+
+&emsp;
+
+```tasks
+not done
+due on 2023-09-03
+path does not include Templates
+hide backlinks
+hide task count
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 📝 Memos
+
+&emsp;
+
+This section does serve for quick memos.
+
+&emsp;
+
+
+%% --- %%
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 🗒 Notes
+
+&emsp;
+
+🐎: [[2023-09-02 First Tournament|Vecinos Cup]] with [[@Sally|Sally]] at [[Polo Park Zürich|PPZ]]
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### :link: Linked activity
+
+&emsp;
+
+```dataview
+Table from [[2023-09-03]]
+```
+
+&emsp;
+&emsp;

00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-09-04.md

@@ -0,0 +1,134 @@
+---
+
+title: "🗒 Daily Note"
+allDay: true
+date: 2023-09-04
+Date: 2023-09-04
+DocType: Note
+Hierarchy:
+TimeStamp:
+location:
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Sleep: 7
+Happiness: 85
+Gratefulness: 90
+Stress: 25
+FrontHeadBar: 5
+EarHeadBar: 20
+BackHeadBar: 30
+Water: 4.5
+Coffee: 3
+Steps: 17698
+Weight:
+Ski:
+IceSkating:
+Riding:
+Racket:
+Football:
+Swim:
+
+---
+
+%% Parent:: [[@Life Admin]] %%
+
+---
+
+[[2023-09-03|<< 🗓 Previous ]] &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[@Main Dashboard|Back]]  &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[2023-09-05|🗓 Next >>]]
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+```button
+name Record today's health
+type command
+action MetaEdit: Run MetaEdit
+id EditMetaData
+```
+^button-2023-09-04Edit
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-2023-09-04NSave
+
+&emsp;
+
+# 2023-09-04
+
+&emsp;
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Daily note for 2023-09-04
+
+&emsp;
+
+```toc
+style: number
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### ✅ Tasks of the day
+
+&emsp;
+
+```tasks
+not done
+due on 2023-09-04
+path does not include Templates
+hide backlinks
+hide task count
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 📝 Memos
+
+&emsp;
+
+This section does serve for quick memos.
+
+&emsp;
+
+
+%% --- %%
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 🗒 Notes
+
+&emsp;
+
+Loret ipsum
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### :link: Linked activity
+
+&emsp;
+
+```dataview
+Table from [[2023-09-04]]
+```
+
+&emsp;
+&emsp;

00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-09-05.md

@@ -0,0 +1,132 @@
+---
+
+title: "🗒 Daily Note"
+allDay: true
+date: 2023-09-05
+Date: 2023-09-05
+DocType: Note
+Hierarchy:
+TimeStamp:
+location:
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Sleep: 6.5
+Happiness: 85
+Gratefulness: 90
+Stress: 25
+FrontHeadBar: 5
+EarHeadBar: 20
+BackHeadBar: 30
+Water: 3.5
+Coffee: 5
+Steps: 25184
+Weight: 89.1
+Ski:
+IceSkating:
+Riding:
+Racket:
+Football:
+Swim:
+
+---
+
+%% Parent:: [[@Life Admin]] %%
+
+---
+
+[[2023-09-04|<< 🗓 Previous ]] &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[@Main Dashboard|Back]]  &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[2023-09-06|🗓 Next >>]]
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+```button
+name Record today's health
+type command
+action MetaEdit: Run MetaEdit
+id EditMetaData
+```
+^button-2023-09-05Edit
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-2023-09-05NSave
+
+&emsp;
+
+# 2023-09-05
+
+&emsp;
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Daily note for 2023-09-05
+
+&emsp;
+
+```toc
+style: number
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### ✅ Tasks of the day
+
+&emsp;
+
+```tasks
+not done
+due on 2023-09-05
+path does not include Templates
+hide backlinks
+hide task count
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 📝 Memos
+
+&emsp;
+
+This section does serve for quick memos.
+
+&emsp;
+
+
+%% --- %%
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 🗒 Notes
+
+&emsp;
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### :link: Linked activity
+
+&emsp;
+
+```dataview
+Table from [[2023-09-05]]
+```
+
+&emsp;
+&emsp;

00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-09-06.md

@@ -0,0 +1,136 @@
+---
+
+title: "🗒 Daily Note"
+allDay: true
+date: 2023-09-06
+Date: 2023-09-06
+DocType: Note
+Hierarchy:
+TimeStamp:
+location:
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Sleep: 7
+Happiness: 85
+Gratefulness: 90
+Stress: 25
+FrontHeadBar: 5
+EarHeadBar: 20
+BackHeadBar: 30
+Water: 5.5
+Coffee: 4
+Steps: 9209
+Weight:
+Ski:
+IceSkating:
+Riding: 2
+Racket:
+Football:
+Swim:
+
+---
+
+%% Parent:: [[@Life Admin]] %%
+
+---
+
+[[2023-09-05|<< 🗓 Previous ]] &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[@Main Dashboard|Back]]  &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[2023-09-07|🗓 Next >>]]
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+```button
+name Record today's health
+type command
+action MetaEdit: Run MetaEdit
+id EditMetaData
+```
+^button-2023-09-06Edit
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-2023-09-06NSave
+
+&emsp;
+
+# 2023-09-06
+
+&emsp;
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Daily note for 2023-09-06
+
+&emsp;
+
+```toc
+style: number
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### ✅ Tasks of the day
+
+&emsp;
+
+```tasks
+not done
+due on 2023-09-06
+path does not include Templates
+hide backlinks
+hide task count
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 📝 Memos
+
+&emsp;
+
+This section does serve for quick memos.
+
+&emsp;
+
+
+%% --- %%
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 🗒 Notes
+
+&emsp;
+
+🍴: [[Beef Noodles with Beans]]
+
+🐎: 2 chukkas with [[@Sally|Sally]] at [[Polo Park Zürich|PPZ]]
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### :link: Linked activity
+
+&emsp;
+
+```dataview
+Table from [[2023-09-06]]
+```
+
+&emsp;
+&emsp;

00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-09-07.md

@@ -0,0 +1,135 @@
+---
+
+title: "🗒 Daily Note"
+allDay: true
+date: 2023-09-07
+Date: 2023-09-07
+DocType: Note
+Hierarchy:
+TimeStamp:
+location:
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Sleep: 8
+Happiness: 85
+Gratefulness: 90
+Stress: 25
+FrontHeadBar: 5
+EarHeadBar: 20
+BackHeadBar: 30
+Water: 4.875
+Coffee: 3
+Steps: 17376
+Weight:
+Ski:
+IceSkating:
+Riding:
+Racket:
+Football:
+Swim:
+
+---
+
+%% Parent:: [[@Life Admin]] %%
+
+---
+
+[[2023-09-06|<< 🗓 Previous ]] &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[@Main Dashboard|Back]]  &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[2023-09-08|🗓 Next >>]]
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+```button
+name Record today's health
+type command
+action MetaEdit: Run MetaEdit
+id EditMetaData
+```
+^button-2023-09-07Edit
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-2023-09-07NSave
+
+&emsp;
+
+# 2023-09-07
+
+&emsp;
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Daily note for 2023-09-07
+
+&emsp;
+
+```toc
+style: number
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### ✅ Tasks of the day
+
+&emsp;
+
+```tasks
+not done
+due on 2023-09-07
+path does not include Templates
+hide backlinks
+hide task count
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 📝 Memos
+
+&emsp;
+
+This section does serve for quick memos.
+
+&emsp;
+
+
+%% --- %%
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 🗒 Notes
+
+&emsp;
+
+Maurice: ca soulage mais cree des frustrations
+Incentive du Dealing pour baisser les prix
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### :link: Linked activity
+
+&emsp;
+
+```dataview
+Table from [[2023-09-07]]
+```
+
+&emsp;
+&emsp;

00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-09-08.md

@@ -0,0 +1,136 @@
+---
+
+title: "🗒 Daily Note"
+allDay: true
+date: 2023-09-08
+Date: 2023-09-08
+DocType: Note
+Hierarchy:
+TimeStamp:
+location:
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Sleep: 8
+Happiness: 85
+Gratefulness: 90
+Stress: 25
+FrontHeadBar: 5
+EarHeadBar: 20
+BackHeadBar: 30
+Water: 3
+Coffee: 4
+Steps: 8388
+Weight:
+Ski:
+IceSkating:
+Riding:
+Racket:
+Football:
+Swim:
+
+---
+
+%% Parent:: [[@Life Admin]] %%
+
+---
+
+[[2023-09-07|<< 🗓 Previous ]] &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[@Main Dashboard|Back]]  &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[2023-09-09|🗓 Next >>]]
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+```button
+name Record today's health
+type command
+action MetaEdit: Run MetaEdit
+id EditMetaData
+```
+^button-2023-09-08Edit
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-2023-09-08NSave
+
+&emsp;
+
+# 2023-09-08
+
+&emsp;
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Daily note for 2023-09-08
+
+&emsp;
+
+```toc
+style: number
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### ✅ Tasks of the day
+
+&emsp;
+
+```tasks
+not done
+due on 2023-09-08
+path does not include Templates
+hide backlinks
+hide task count
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 📝 Memos
+
+&emsp;
+
+This section does serve for quick memos.
+
+&emsp;
+
+
+%% --- %%
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 🗒 Notes
+
+&emsp;
+
+🍴: [[Korean Barbecue-Style Meatballs]]
+
+🏉: [[2023-09-08 🏉 France - New Zealand|France - Nouvelle Zélande (27-13)]]
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### :link: Linked activity
+
+&emsp;
+
+```dataview
+Table from [[2023-09-08]]
+```
+
+&emsp;
+&emsp;

00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-09-09.md

@@ -0,0 +1,134 @@
+---
+
+title: "🗒 Daily Note"
+allDay: true
+date: 2023-09-09
+Date: 2023-09-09
+DocType: Note
+Hierarchy:
+TimeStamp:
+location:
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Sleep: 8
+Happiness: 85
+Gratefulness: 90
+Stress: 25
+FrontHeadBar: 5
+EarHeadBar: 20
+BackHeadBar: 30
+Water: 3
+Coffee: 2
+Steps: 15746
+Weight:
+Ski:
+IceSkating:
+Riding:
+Racket:
+Football:
+Swim:
+
+---
+
+%% Parent:: [[@Life Admin]] %%
+
+---
+
+[[2023-09-08|<< 🗓 Previous ]] &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[@Main Dashboard|Back]]  &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[2023-09-10|🗓 Next >>]]
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+```button
+name Record today's health
+type command
+action MetaEdit: Run MetaEdit
+id EditMetaData
+```
+^button-2023-09-09Edit
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-2023-09-09NSave
+
+&emsp;
+
+# 2023-09-09
+
+&emsp;
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Daily note for 2023-09-09
+
+&emsp;
+
+```toc
+style: number
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### ✅ Tasks of the day
+
+&emsp;
+
+```tasks
+not done
+due on 2023-09-09
+path does not include Templates
+hide backlinks
+hide task count
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 📝 Memos
+
+&emsp;
+
+This section does serve for quick memos.
+
+&emsp;
+
+
+%% --- %%
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 🗒 Notes
+
+&emsp;
+
+🍴: [[Msakhan Fatteh]]
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### :link: Linked activity
+
+&emsp;
+
+```dataview
+Table from [[2023-09-09]]
+```
+
+&emsp;
+&emsp;

00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-09-10.md

@@ -0,0 +1,136 @@
+---
+
+title: "🗒 Daily Note"
+allDay: true
+date: 2023-09-10
+Date: 2023-09-10
+DocType: Note
+Hierarchy:
+TimeStamp:
+location:
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Sleep: 7.5
+Happiness: 85
+Gratefulness: 90
+Stress: 25
+FrontHeadBar: 5
+EarHeadBar: 20
+BackHeadBar: 30
+Water: 3.5
+Coffee: 1
+Steps: 8191
+Weight:
+Ski:
+IceSkating:
+Riding: 1
+Racket:
+Football:
+Swim:
+
+---
+
+%% Parent:: [[@Life Admin]] %%
+
+---
+
+[[2023-09-09|<< 🗓 Previous ]] &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[@Main Dashboard|Back]]  &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[2023-09-11|🗓 Next >>]]
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+```button
+name Record today's health
+type command
+action MetaEdit: Run MetaEdit
+id EditMetaData
+```
+^button-2023-09-10Edit
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-2023-09-10NSave
+
+&emsp;
+
+# 2023-09-10
+
+&emsp;
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Daily note for 2023-09-10
+
+&emsp;
+
+```toc
+style: number
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### ✅ Tasks of the day
+
+&emsp;
+
+```tasks
+not done
+due on 2023-09-10
+path does not include Templates
+hide backlinks
+hide task count
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 📝 Memos
+
+&emsp;
+
+This section does serve for quick memos.
+
+&emsp;
+
+
+%% --- %%
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 🗒 Notes
+
+&emsp;
+
+🐎: S&B with [[@Sally|Sally]] at [[Polo Park Zürich|PPZ]]
+
+🍽: [[Msakhan Fatteh]]
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### :link: Linked activity
+
+&emsp;
+
+```dataview
+Table from [[2023-09-10]]
+```
+
+&emsp;
+&emsp;

00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-09-11.md

@@ -0,0 +1,136 @@
+---
+
+title: "🗒 Daily Note"
+allDay: true
+date: 2023-09-11
+Date: 2023-09-11
+DocType: Note
+Hierarchy:
+TimeStamp:
+location:
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Sleep: 7.5
+Happiness: 85
+Gratefulness: 90
+Stress: 25
+FrontHeadBar: 5
+EarHeadBar: 20
+BackHeadBar: 30
+Water: 4.5
+Coffee: 4
+Steps: 12026
+Weight:
+Ski:
+IceSkating:
+Riding:
+Racket:
+Football:
+Swim:
+
+---
+
+%% Parent:: [[@Life Admin]] %%
+
+---
+
+[[2023-09-10|<< 🗓 Previous ]] &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[@Main Dashboard|Back]]  &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[2023-09-12|🗓 Next >>]]
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+```button
+name Record today's health
+type command
+action MetaEdit: Run MetaEdit
+id EditMetaData
+```
+^button-2023-09-11Edit
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-2023-09-11NSave
+
+&emsp;
+
+# 2023-09-11
+
+&emsp;
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Daily note for 2023-09-11
+
+&emsp;
+
+```toc
+style: number
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### ✅ Tasks of the day
+
+&emsp;
+
+```tasks
+not done
+due on 2023-09-11
+path does not include Templates
+hide backlinks
+hide task count
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 📝 Memos
+
+&emsp;
+
+This section does serve for quick memos.
+
+&emsp;
+
+
+%% --- %%
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 🗒 Notes
+
+&emsp;
+
+🍴: [[Spicy Szechuan Noodles with Garlic Chilli Oil]]
+
+🍽: [[Beef Noodles with Beans]]
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### :link: Linked activity
+
+&emsp;
+
+```dataview
+Table from [[2023-09-11]]
+```
+
+&emsp;
+&emsp;

00.01 Admin/Calendars/2023-09-12.md

@@ -0,0 +1,134 @@
+---
+
+title: "🗒 Daily Note"
+allDay: true
+date: 2023-09-12
+Date: 2023-09-12
+DocType: Note
+Hierarchy:
+TimeStamp:
+location:
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+Sleep: 6.5
+Happiness: 85
+Gratefulness: 90
+Stress: 25
+FrontHeadBar: 5
+EarHeadBar: 20
+BackHeadBar: 30
+Water:
+Coffee: 1
+Steps:
+Weight: 89.2
+Ski:
+IceSkating:
+Riding:
+Racket:
+Football:
+Swim:
+
+---
+
+%% Parent:: [[@Life Admin]] %%
+
+---
+
+[[2023-09-11|<< 🗓 Previous ]] &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[@Main Dashboard|Back]]  &emsp; &emsp; &emsp;  [[2023-09-13|🗓 Next >>]]
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+```button
+name Record today's health
+type command
+action MetaEdit: Run MetaEdit
+id EditMetaData
+```
+^button-2023-09-12Edit
+
+```button
+name Save
+type command
+action Save current file
+id Save
+```
+^button-2023-09-12NSave
+
+&emsp;
+
+# 2023-09-12
+
+&emsp;
+
+> [!summary]+
+> Daily note for 2023-09-12
+
+&emsp;
+
+```toc
+style: number
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### ✅ Tasks of the day
+
+&emsp;
+
+```tasks
+not done
+due on 2023-09-12
+path does not include Templates
+hide backlinks
+hide task count
+```
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 📝 Memos
+
+&emsp;
+
+This section does serve for quick memos.
+
+&emsp;
+
+
+%% --- %%
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### 🗒 Notes
+
+&emsp;
+
+Loret ipsum
+
+&emsp;
+
+---
+
+&emsp;
+
+### :link: Linked activity
+
+&emsp;
+
+```dataview
+Table from [[2023-09-12]]
+```
+
+&emsp;
+&emsp;

00.01 Admin/Calendars/Events/2023-08-26 Paris SG - RC Lens (3-1).md

@@ -0,0 +1,14 @@
+---
+
+title: ⚽ Paris SG - RC Lens (3-1)
+allDay: false
+startTime: 21:00
+endTime: 23:00
+date: 2023-08-26
+completed: null
+CollapseMetaTable: true
+
+---
+
+[[2023-08-26|Ce jour]], [[Paris SG]] - RC Lens: 3-1
+Buteurs:: ⚽️ Asensio<br>⚽️⚽ M’Bappé<br>⚽️ Guilavogui (RCL)

00.01 Admin/Calendars/Events/2023-09-08 🏉 France - New Zealand.md

@@ -0,0 +1,16 @@
+---
+
+title: 🏉 France - New Zealand (27-13)
+allDay: false
+startTime: 21:15
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+# Buried under the ice
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+A thin, dark fracture had appeared deep in the ice, making it impossible to drill. The team’s engineers were trying to repair the hole, but it was far from clear whether the fix would work. Schaefer’s hopes — and research that could help predict the fate of [Greenland’s ice sheet](https://www.washingtonpost.com/climate-environment/2022/08/29/greenland-ice-sheet-sea-level/) and its contribution to [rising seas](https://www.washingtonpost.com/climate-environment/2023/04/10/sea-level-rise-southern-us/) — clung to the smallest possible chance that the team might still find what they came for.
+
+Now, Schaefer would have to leave with his mission unfinished. A family emergency had called him home to New York, and a helicopter was waiting to take him back to civilization.
+
+“The timing feels completely wrong,” said Schaefer, a climate geochemist at the Lamont-Doherty Earth Observatory and the lead investigator for the project known as [GreenDrill.](https://greendrill-cosmo.ldeo.columbia.edu/) “We have been working toward getting that bedrock for literally years. … It’s pretty heartbreaking now to leave.”
+
+A view of the edge of the Greenland ice sheet June 1, 2023 in the vicinity of Prudhoe Dome, Greenland. (Sarah Kaplan/The Washington Post)
+
+Joerg Schaefer before departing the Agile Sub-Ice Geological (ASIG) drill camp.
+
+A helicopter is used to transfer supplies from the Winkie drill camp to the ASIG drill camp.
+
+The drilling expedition this spring was only the third time in history that researchers had tried to extract rock from deep beneath Greenland’s ice. Scientists have less material from under the ice sheet than they do from the surface of the moon. But Schaefer believes the uncharted landscape is key to understanding Greenland’s past – and to forecasting the future of the [warming Earth.](https://www.washingtonpost.com/climate-environment/2023/07/12/climate-change-flooding-heat-wave-continue/)
+
+[The Greenland Ice Sheet](https://www.washingtonpost.com/climate-environment/2023/01/18/greenland-hotter-temperatures/?utm_source=twitter&utm_campaign=wp_main&utm_medium=social) contributes more to rising oceans than any other ice mass on the planet. If it all disappeared, it would raise global sea levels by [24 feet](https://nsidc.org/learn/parts-cryosphere/ice-sheets/ice-sheet-quick-facts), devastating coastlines that are home to about half the world’s population. Yet computer simulations and modern observations alone can’t precisely predict how Greenland might melt. Researchers are still unsure whether [rising temperatures](https://www.washingtonpost.com/climate-environment/2023/08/03/july-blows-away-temperature-records-testing-key-climate-threshold/) have already pushed the ice sheet into irreversible decline.
+
+![](https://gfx-data.news-engineering.aws.wapo.pub/ai2html/greendrill/DTD3QNLVQBCCHGXNUWXUK32PLQ/locator-greenland-xxsmall.png?v=13)
+
+GREENLAND
+
+Greenland’s bedrock holds the ground truth, Schaefer said. The ancient stone that underlies the island is solid, persistent and almost unmovable. It was present the last time the [ice sheet completely disappeared](https://www.washingtonpost.com/climate-environment/2023/07/20/greenland-ice-melt-history-global-warming/), and it still contains chemical signatures of how that melt unfolded. It can help scientists figure out how drastically Greenland may change in the face of today’s rising temperatures. And that, in turn, can help the world prepare for the sea level rise that will follow.
+
+Schaefer trudged to the drill tent to say goodbye. Inside, four engineers were troubleshooting yet another problem with their massive machine.
+
+“So, you’re leaving us?” asked Tanner Kuhl, the project’s lead driller.
+
+“I’m not thrilled about it,” Schaefer said. He clapped Kuhl on the shoulder. “Keep fighting.”
+
+The team was running out of time and money to get through the last 390 feet of ice. Success would require drilling faster than they ever had before. But no one was prepared to give up – not yet. Too much had been invested in their five-year, multimillion-dollar project to collect bedrock samples from around Greenland. Too much was at stake, as human-made pollution [warms the Arctic](https://www.washingtonpost.com/climate-environment/2023/06/06/arctic-sea-ice-melting/) at a pace never seen before.
+
+Reluctantly, Schaefer clambered into the helicopter. He watched as the ground fell away, and the GreenDrill encampment shrank to a tiny splotch of color amid the endless white.
+
+He could only imagine what secrets lay beneath that frozen surface. He could only hope — for his own sake, and for the planet’s — that those secrets would someday be known.
+
+The morning of Schaefer’s arrival on the ice sheet, three weeks earlier, was luminous and still. Barely a breeze jostled the helicopter that carried him to the field camp in northwest Greenland. Beneath him, the glittering expanse of the Prudhoe Dome ice cap resembled the ocean: Beautiful. Mysterious. Mind-bendingly huge.
+
+Theoretically, Schaefer had already grasped this. The dome’s size was one reason it had been selected as a GreenDrill sampling site — the first of three strategic locations around Greenland where he and his colleagues planned to drill for bedrock samples over the next few years. Yet Schaefer was still stunned as the helicopter touched down on the dome’s summit. Despite a decades-long career in polar science, this was his first time on an ice sheet.
+
+“It’s a monster,” he thought. Schaefer tried to imagine all that ice melting and flowing into the ocean. The catastrophic possibility made him shiver.
+
+He knew that such a disaster had happened before. In 2016, Schaefer and his close colleague Jason Briner, GreenDrill’s co-director and a geology professor at the University at Buffalo, were part of a team that analyzed the single bedrock sample that had been previously collected from beneath the thickest part of the ice sheet. The rock contained chemical signatures showing it had been exposed to the sky in the past 1.1 million years. In a [paper they published](https://cosmo.ldeo.columbia.edu/sites/default/files/content/Publications/Schaefer%20et%20al.%20-%202016%20-%20Greenland%20was%20nearly%20ice-free%20for%20extended%20periods%20during%20the%20Pleistocene.pdf) in the journal Nature, the scientists concluded that almost all of Greenland — including regions now covered by ice more than a mile deep — must have melted at least once within that time frame.
+
+“That was a game changer,” said Neil Glasser, a glaciologist at Aberystwyth University who has followed Schaefer’s research. “It said that the Greenland ice sheet is far more dynamic than we had ever thought.”
+
+​​Camp Manager Troy Nave provides ground support for supplies transferred via helicopter from the Winkie Camp to the ASIG drill camp.
+
+Gear boxes at the ASIG drill camp.
+
+Driller Forest Rubin Harmon clears snow outside the ASIG drill tent.
+
+The findings ran counter to many scientists’ belief that Greenland has been relatively stable throughout recent geologic history, as the Earth oscillated between ice ages and milder warm periods known as [interglacials.](https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/energy-environment/wp/2015/07/09/why-the-earths-past-has-scientists-so-worried-about-sea-level-rise/) If the ice sheet could melt at a time when global temperatures never got much higher than they are now, it was a worrying harbinger of what ongoing human-caused warming might bring.
+
+For Schaefer and Briner, the discovery also underscored how bedrock could complement findings from [ice cores](https://www.washingtonpost.com/graphics/2019/national/science/arctic-sea-ice-expedition-to-study-climate-change/) — the long slices of frozen material that had traditionally been the focus of polar science. For decades, scientists had studied air bubbles trapped in ice to uncover crucial clues about the climate at the time the ice formed.
+
+Yet ice cores, by their very nature, could only reveal what happened during the colder phases of Earth’s history. They couldn’t answer what Schaefer said is arguably the most important question facing humanity now: “What happened when it got warm?”
+
+With GreenDrill — which is funded by the U.S. National Science Foundation — he and Briner aimed to open up a new kind of record, one that didn’t melt away. By collecting bedrock samples from around the island, they could gain a clearer picture of exactly when the ice sheet last vanished and what parts of Greenland melted first.
+
+But to get those rocks, they would need to survive for more than a month in one of the most remote and hostile places on Earth.
+
+The effort was shaping up to be harder than anyone had anticipated. It took seven plane trips for the team to haul GreenDrill’s equipment onto the ice sheet. Twice they were delayed by blizzards. Then a windstorm halted work on the drill for three full days.
+
+The scientists who oversaw camp setup — Lamont Doherty geologist Nicolás Young and University at Buffalo PhD student Caleb Walcott — already looked exhausted as they welcomed Schaefer to the ice.
+
+They watched Schaefer’s helicopter depart in a whirl of windblown snow. Then Young and Walcott led him to one of about a dozen yellow tents that had been staked onto the ice — Schaefer’s home for the next three weeks. Its insulated double walls were designed to keep temperatures inside just above freezing. A cot lined with an inflatable sleeping pad would keep him off the frigid tent floor.
+
+Next door stood the larger kitchen tent, which was equipped with propane stoves and a single space heater — the only heat source they would have on the ice. The nearby storage tent was stocked with hundreds of pounds worth of beans, granola bars and other nonperishable foods.
+
+Dozens of green, black and red flags marked paths through the camp; in case a blizzard made it hard to see their tents, the team members were to follow the flags to safety.
+
+As they headed toward the drill tent, Schaefer heard the growl of engines and the whine of machinery. Yet he was unprepared for what he saw when he peered inside.
+
+The machine was state of the art; whereas older drills would take years to cut through 1,600 feet of ice, [ASIG](https://icedrill.org/equipment/agile-sub-ice-geological-drill) could achieve the same feat in a matter of weeks. It was one of few drills in the world that could extract bedrock from deep beneath an ice sheet. Yet it had been used successfully just once before, and never in Greenland.
+
+For the first time – but not the last — Schaefer found himself wondering, “What on Earth did we do to get this enterprise up here?”
+
+“Maybe something goes wrong?” he thought. “Maybe we don’t get through this ice.”
+
+But he was reassured by the unflagging support of the National Science Foundation and the unflappable competence of the GreenDrill team. Briner, the project’s co-director, was a leading scholar of Arctic ice. Kuhl, an engineer with the U.S. Ice Drilling Program, had overseen the only other successful ASIG project, in Antarctica. His partner, Richard Erickson, had more than two decades of experience in minerals drilling. The camp manager, technician Troy Nave, had spent a combined 34 months living at the poles.
+
+And then there was Allie Balter-Kennedy, Schaefer’s former PhD student who had defended her dissertation just a month earlier. Though she was many years his junior, Balter-Kennedy had spent much more time doing remote field work. It was she who explained to Schaefer how to stay warm at night — by sticking a bottle of boiling water in his sleeping bag — and who tempered his frustration every time a storm threw a wrench in their plans.
+
+“They are just the ultimate professionals,” Schaefer often said of his colleagues. If any group could pull off such a far-fetched experiment, he thought, this one would.
+
+When Schaefer thought about the research that had led him to this remote corner of the planet, it struck him as something out of a fairy-tale.
+
+The story began a long time ago, in a distant corner of the universe, amid the death throes of ancient suns.
+
+When stars explode, they send sprays of high energy particles into the cosmos. A few of these cosmic rays are able to make it through Earth’s atmosphere and reach the ground below. And when those particles encounter rocks, they can interact with certain elements to create rare chemicals called cosmogenic nuclides.
+
+These nuclides accumulate in surface rocks at predictable rates. Some are also radioactive, and they decay into new forms on distinctive timelines. This allows scientists to use them as molecular clocks. By counting the numbers of nuclides within a rock, scientists can tell how long it has been exposed to cosmic ray bombardment. And by comparing the ratios of various decaying elements, they can determine when ice began to block the rock’s view of the sky.
+
+With this technique, ordinary rocks are transformed into something almost fantastic. They are witnesses, capable of remembering history that occurred long before any humans were around to record it. They are messengers, carrying warnings of how the ice — and the Earth — could yet transform.
+
+“It’s like a magic lamp,” Schaefer said. “It’s pretty crazy that a little piece of rock can tell you the story of this massive sheet of ice.”
+
+Camp manager Troy Nave gathers snow that he will melt into water for drinking and washing.
+
+Schaefer, second from left, laughs with glacial geologist Allie Balter-Kennedy.
+
+But cosmogenic nuclides are difficult to study; Schaefer had spent much of his career helping to develop the equipment and techniques needed to detect a few tiny nuclides in a piece of ancient rock.
+
+And — as Schaefer was now learning — rocks from [beneath an ice sheet](https://www.washingtonpost.com/climate-environment/2021/03/15/greenland-ice-sheet-more-vulnerable/) are immensely challenging to obtain.
+
+Days at the GreenDrill field camp began at 6:30 a.m., as Schaefer woke to the sound of engineers turning on the ASIG generators. He dressed quickly in the cold, and grabbed coffee and breakfast in the kitchen tent. With a satellite phone, he checked in with the National Science Foundation support team and got an updated weather forecast: Usually windy. Sometimes snowy. Almost always well below zero degrees Fahrenheit.
+
+Then he bundled back up and headed outside to start work.
+
+Until the drillers hit bedrock, the scientists’ primary task was to collect the ice chips pushed up by the Isopar drilling fluid. Schaefer, Young and Balter-Kennedy took turns scooping the ice into small plastic bottles. Back at their lab, they would analyze those samples for clues about Greenland’s temperature history — research that would complement their bedrock analysis.
+
+The rest of their time was spent shoveling in a Sisyphean effort to keep the camp from being buried by the endlessly swirling windblown snow.
+
+Fifteen miles away, Briner and his student Walcott had set up another camp closer to the edge of the ice sheet. There, the team was using a smaller [Winkie drill](https://icedrill.org/equipment/winkie-drill) to collect a second sample from beneath a much thinner part of the ice cap.
+
+In each sample, the team planned to analyze as many as six different cosmogenic nuclides, but they would focus on two: beryllium-10 and aluminium-26.
+
+When cosmic rays strike a rock, radioactive aluminum accumulates at a much faster rate than beryllium. Yet aluminum-26 also decays faster once the rock has been covered up by ice. If a sample has relatively little aluminum-26 compared to beryllium-10, it suggests that site has been buried under ice for hundreds of thousands of years. But if Schaefer and Briner found a high ratio of aluminum-26 to beryllium-10, it would mean the site had been ice-free in the more recent past.
+
+With that analysis, the researchers would then be able to compare the exposure histories of each drilling site. They could determine how much warming it previously took for the ice sheet to retreat the 15 miles between Winkie and ASIG, which would give them a sense of how fast Prudhoe Dome might disappear someday.
+
+“That’s a really important element of GreenDrill,” Briner said. “We’re drilling more than one site so we can look at different parts of the ice sheet … and we can ask, ‘What does it say about the shape of the whole ice sheet if this part is gone?’”
+
+Shovels at the ASIG drill camp.
+
+Schaefer organizes supplies.
+
+The drill tent at the ASIG camp. Scientists would have to drill through about 1,600 feet of ice to reach the bedrock below.
+
+As Schaefer settled into the rhythm of camp, his body adjusted to the incessant polar sunlight and the relentless manual labor, leaving his mind free to wander. Often, he found himself fixating on the ice sheet — its incomprehensible vastness, its unfathomable fragility. How could something this immense and forbidding be so vulnerable? How could a landscape so obviously capable of killing a person be at risk because of humanity?
+
+Yet in the years since Schaefer and Briner published their 2016 paper, Greenland’s vulnerability had become more and more clear. This year was shaping up to be one of the island’s worst, with melting in the southern part of the ice sheet [on track to set a new record](https://nsidc.org/greenland-today/).
+
+Meanwhile, research showed how the melting process is self-reinforcing: Dark pools of water on Greenland’s surface absorbed the sun’s heat, rather than reflecting it. The diminishing height of the ice sheet exposes the surface to the warmer air at lower altitudes. If the ice shrinks far enough, it could enable the rising ocean to infiltrate the center of the island, which is below sea level. That warmer water would melt the ice sheet from below, accelerating its decline.
+
+Under the worst case warming scenarios, the melting Greenland ice sheet [is expected to contribute as much as half a foot to global sea level rise](https://www.ipcc.ch/report/ar6/wg1/downloads/report/IPCC_AR6_WGI_Chapter_09.pdf) by the end of the century. It would swamp Miami, submerge Lagos and deluge Mumbai. In New York City, where Schaefer lives with his wife and two children, coastal flooding would inundate the subways, destroy sewers and power plants and wash away people’s homes.
+
+This knowledge made Schaefer’s quest feel less like a fairy-tale than a medical drama — an urgent effort to understand the sickest part of Earth’s embattled climate system.
+
+“We are basically taking biopsies,” he said, “which will hopefully tell us how sensitive the patient is to ongoing warming — and how much warming is fatal.”
+
+As soon as he saw the looks on the drillers’ faces, Schaefer realized something had gone terribly wrong.
+
+For three weeks, they’d been making slow but steady progress through the ice sheet, reaching nearly 1,300 feet below the surface. But suddenly, the pressure in the borehole started to drop. The Isopar wasn’t able to push the ice chips up through the drill rod, and Kuhl feared the fluid must be leaking through a crack in the hole.
+
+Schaefer knew the word “fracture” was like “Voldemort” – the name of the villain in the “Harry Potter” series. Like the name, a fracture inspired so much dread that the scientists avoided even mentioning it.
+
+Yet there was no denying the thin, dark fissure in the ice that appeared about 250 feet down when Schaefer dropped a camera into the borehole. His heart sank. If they couldn’t find a way to isolate the fracture, they wouldn’t be able to maintain enough pressure to push chips out of the hole, and drilling would grind to a halt.
+
+The fracture in the ice was spotted about 250 feet below the surface.
+
+![](https://wp-stat.s3.amazonaws.com/2023/anthropocene/line-top-left-new.png)
+
+“Basically game over,” Schaefer wrote in his waterproof field notebook.
+
+He went to bed that night with his mind racing. The fracture shouldn’t have happened, he thought. Ice was supposed to be able to withstand pressures far greater than what Kuhl and Erickson were using. Did this mean the ASIG drill didn’t work as well in Greenland? Would it threaten all of the other drilling they had planned?
+
+The next morning, he woke to the howling of the wind.
+
+High winds at GreenDrill’s ASIG drill camp during the middle of the night. In summer, the sun never sets.
+
+Another unseasonable blizzard had descended on Prudhoe Dome, blotting out the endless icescape with an impenetrable cloud of white. When Schaefer peered out of his tent, he could barely see the colored safety flags that were supposed to guide him through camp.
+
+The team gathered in the kitchen tent, listening to the eerie whistle of snow blowing over ice and the snapping of flags in 50 miles-per-hour gusts.
+
+Schaefer got a satellite message from Briner: Conditions were even worse at the Winkie Camp, where the fierce wind had ripped a hole in their kitchen tent, scattering supplies and burying cooking equipment in snow.
+
+It wasn’t safe to work on the fracture. It wasn’t safe to even be outside for more than a few seconds. All they could do was wait for the storm to end.
+
+Schaefer tried to combat the growing worry that he had led his team into disaster. He had underestimated the complexity of drilling through so much ice. He hadn’t reckoned with the possibility of so much bad weather.
+
+In his lowest moments, it felt as though Greenland had been conspiring against him.
+
+But after three days, the wind finally died down. The air cleared. And Kuhl had come up with a plan to fix the fracture.
+
+The engineers could deepen the upper part of the borehole, which was sealed with the aluminum casing, so that the casing extended to cover up the crack. They could also switch the way Isopar circulated through the borehole to minimize pressure on the ice.
+
+It took the drill team two days to make the repair. A week after the fracture first appeared, they tried refilling the borehole with fluid. It held. The project was still alive – but just barely.
+
+Schaefer got more good news the following ­day, when Briner arrived from the Winkie camp.
+
+“I brought you a present,” Briner said, grinning. He opened a long cardboard box to reveal 79 inches of sediment and pebbles mixed with chunks of a large bolder. Despite the blizzard, the Winkie team was able to extract their rock core from beneath 300 feet of ice.
+
+“Are you kidding me?” Schaefer gasped. The sediments could include traces of plants and other clues to the [ancient Greenlandic environment.](https://www.washingtonpost.com/climate-environment/2022/12/07/greenland-dna-study-mastodon/) And the boulder pieces contained plenty of quartz — perfect for cosmogenic nuclide analysis. It would give the team crucial clues about what had happened at the ice sheet’s vulnerable outermost edge.
+
+Schaefer reached out to shake hands with Elliot Moravec, the lead Winkie driller. “Thank you man,” he said. “That’s a really great sample.”
+
+Detail of a core sample from the Winkie drill camp.
+
+Jason Briner, center, shows core samples from the Winkie drill camp to Balter-Kennedy, left, and Schaefer.
+
+Briner carries core samples as he departs the Winkie drill camp on the edge of the ice sheet.
+
+With the Winkie core in hand, Moravec and his partner Forest Rubin Harmon were also free to help Kuhl and Erickson keep the ASIG machinery running.
+
+Yet now the team had another enemy: time. There was less than a week until they were supposed to start taking down the camp. They also had to redrill through the frozen ice shavings that fell into the borehole during the repair process. Yet they couldn’t go too fast, or they risked triggering another fracture.
+
+“It’s slow motion, drilling through the slush,” Kuhl said, shouting over the whine of the drill.
+
+Then the noise stopped. Kuhl and Erickson peered into the borehole: They’d hit another blockage.
+
+Kuhl grimaced. “There’s almost no chance we get this done now,” he said. “But who knows? We’ll keep trying and maybe something will work.”
+
+Researchers Joerg Schaefer and Jason Briner confer outside the ASIG drill tent.
+
+By the time Schaefer was set to depart, progress was still painfully slow.
+
+“Leaving these guys alone now feels really shitty,” the scientist said. But his family needed him at home, and flights out of Greenland were so infrequent there was no option for him to take a later plane.
+
+Schaefer shook his head. Three weeks ago, he thought this was a medium-risk, high-reward project – that the effort and expense were absolutely justified by the scientific value of the rocks they would uncover.
+
+Now, knowing the true level of risk, facing down the very real probability of failure, he couldn’t avoid the question: Was it all worth it?
+
+The Manhattan streets were packed with people, ringing with conversation and birdsong. The air was warm. The late spring breeze was gentle.
+
+Yet Schaefer felt ill at ease as he paced the rooms of his narrow New York apartment. His mind was still 2,500 miles away.
+
+Back at Prudhoe Dome, Balter-Kennedy was overseeing the last-ditch efforts to salvage GreenDrill’s field season. She sent Schaefer daily updates via satellite messenger, but the news wasn’t good. On Friday, the drillers only managed to cut through about 40 feet of ice. On Saturday, they pulled up the entire apparatus and switched to a different type of drill rod — to no avail.
+
+Sunday morning in New York dawned sunny and mild. In Greenland, it was the last day before planes were supposed to start taking their equipment off the ice. The complex operation could not be delayed — and even if that was an option, conditions would soon become too warm for the team to safely drill.
+
+By the time his phone buzzed with Balter-Kennedy’s regular evening check-in, Schaefer was braced for failure. He had already rehearsed what he would tell the team: This didn’t change how hard they worked, or how much he appreciated them. They’d tried to do something no one had done before. They had learned valuable lessons for next year. And the world desperately needed the information buried beneath Greenland’s ice — no matter the risk, their efforts were worth it.
+
+​​Driller Elliot Moravec keeps systems flowing at the ASIG drill camp.
+
+A 360-degree camera lowered into the ice sheet borehole shows the progress of the ASIG drill. (Joerg Schaefer)
+
+Detail of the control panel for the ASIG drill.
+
+But when Schaefer answered the satellite call, Balter-Kennedy was ecstatic. The team got through more than 150 feet of ice that day — an all-time record for the drill they were using. They were 90 percent of the way to bedrock.
+
+Schaefer felt as though his heart had stopped beating. The rest of the conversation was a blur, as Balter-Kennedy explained how the engineers finally overcame the blockages that had slowed their progress. Erickson, the longtime minerals driller, suggested they try using a drill bit that is usually reserved for rocks. It was an outside-the-box suggestion from someone unaccustomed to drilling through ice — but it worked.
+
+“The ASIG is back in the race,” Schaefer said that night. “And with all the overwhelm and confusion that I have inside me, it’s clearly much, much better than the big emptiness I would have if it would be called off.”
+
+Still cautious, he added: “Which of course, can still occur. The slightest problem now and it’s over. But they are within striking distance. It could still happen.”
+
+Nave handles supplies transferred via helicopter from the Winkie drill camp to the ASIG drill camp.
+
+The next day, Schaefer had to hold himself back from bombarding Balter-Kennedy with requests for updates. Instead, his thoughts drifted to the laboratories at Lamont Doherty where his team would analyze the GreenDrill bedrock — if they ever got it.
+
+He could already imagine the steps that would come next.
+
+First, the scientists would slice samples from the main core. Next would be a weeks-long chemical procedure designed to rid the sample of unwanted material, leaving behind only the elements the scientists had chosen to analyze. Finally, the samples would be sent to labs in California and Indiana, where they’d be shot through particle accelerators and weighed to determine the proportion of cosmogenic nuclides.
+
+Within about six months, the GreenDrill team would know when the ASIG bedrock last saw daylight. And those results would illuminate whether Prudhoe Dome’s future is simply grim — or completely catastrophic.
+
+Schaefer hoped he would find that the ASIG site hadn’t been ice-free since the interglacial periods that punctuated the Pleistocene epoch, more than 100,000 years ago. But it was possible that this region melted during the [Holocene,](https://www.episodes.org/journal/view.html?doi=10.18814%2Fepiiugs%2F2008%2Fv31i2%2F016&itid=lk_inline_enhanced-template) the 11,700-year stretch of mild temperatures that began at the end of the last ice age and continues through today.
+
+“That would be another level of devastating,” Schaefer said. Modern temperatures are quickly surpassing anything seen during the Holocene epoch. If Prudhoe Dome couldn’t survive those conditions, then under human-caused climate change, it may soon be doomed.
+
+Five days after Schaefer’s departure, ASIG hit the bottom of the ice sheet — 1,671 feet below the surface. Now the drillers would switch to a bit that could cut cores out of rock, while Balter-Kennedy and Walcott scrambled to pack up the rest of the camp. All Schaefer could do was wait.
+
+He alternated between agitation and exhaustion — first pacing his apartment, then collapsing on the couch, then springing up to pace again. On a whim, he wandered into the soaring Gothic sanctuary of the Cathedral of St. John the Divine. It had been Balter-Kennedy’s idea: when he complained of his helplessness on one of their satellite calls, she jokingly suggested he could pray for the team.
+
+So, although it had been years since he set foot in a church, he paused to light a candle for GreenDrill.
+
+Departing the ASIG camp. Days later researchers would finally extract more than a dozen feet of bedrock from beneath the ice.
+
+Finally, in the very early hours of Wednesday morning, he got the messages he had been waiting for.
+
+“We have 3 m of bedrock!!!”
+
+“Going down for 4.5 now”
+
+Hands shaking with adrenaline, Schaefer could barely type his response.
+
+“Ukidin?? Not real! Omg! YESYEYES!! WowFantastic!!!U literally change Ice/Sheet Science! All undercyour lead! That’s why u joined!”
+
+“Gogogo!”
+
+A few hours later, Balter-Kennedy called on the satellite phone. In her usual, even-keeled tone, she described how the drillers worked through dinner and deep into the night. They had nearly 10 feet of sediment and another 14.5 feet of pristine bedrock — more material than Schaefer even dreamed was possible.
+
+But when she hurtled into questions about departure logistics, Schaefer interrupted her. He wanted to make sure she had a chance to appreciate the moment. “You guys just opened a new era,” he said.
+
+Afterward, he pulled up the voice notes app on his phone.
+
+“What can I say?” he murmured into the microphone. “Science — it’s not well paid. It has a lot of problems. But it’s so fulfilling.”
+
+Schaefer thought of the bedrock that Balter-Kennedy described to him: gorgeous cylinders of pale gray quartz and glittering chunks of garnet. These were their “moon rocks,” he said — the first material from an unexplored landscape.
+
+It seemed fitting that the project’s youngest scientists — Balter-Kennedy and Walcott — oversaw the breakthrough. They had poured so much of themselves into this experiment. Their careers, and their lives, would be shaped by what was learned.
+
+And now that GreenDrill had proven it was possible, the next generation of researchers would be able to collect even more samples from underneath the ice. They could peer into history no human had witnessed. They could start asking the questions that only rocks can answer.
+
+What they find will almost certainly be frightening, Schaefer knew. It will shed new light on the [dangers facing humanity](https://www.washingtonpost.com/climate-environment/2023/07/31/july-hottest-month-extreme-weather-future/). It will highlight the urgency of tackling problems science alone can’t solve: how to transition away from polluting fossil fuels, how to protect vulnerable people from climate disasters like sea level rise. There was far more work to be done.
+
+But for now, in the darkness of his apartment, he simply basked in the joy of discovery.
+
+“It all worked out,” he said, his voice slurred by tears and exhaustion. “And the entire, the entire —” he paused. “It was worth it.”
+
+Segments of a core sample of bedrock from the ASIG drill camp - now at Lamont-Doherty Earth observatory.
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+An aerial view of the ASIG drill camp.
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+##### About this story
+
+The image of the expedition camp, displayed at the beginning of the article, is a composite image based on drone footage. Editing by Katie Zezima, Monica Ulmanu, Joseph Moore, Amanda Voisard, John Farrell and Adrienne Dunn.
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+# How Hip-Hop Conquered the World
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+![](https://static01.nyt.com/images/2023/08/13/magazine/13mag-hiphop50/13mag-hiphop50-mobileMasterAt3x-v2.jpg)
+
+## How Hip-Hop  
+Conquered  
+the World
+
+A crowd in Harlem watching Doug E. Fresh, 1995.David Corio
+
+The Great Read
+
+We’re celebrating hip-hop’s 50th anniversary this week. Wesley Morris traces the art form from its South Bronx origins to all-encompassing triumph.
+
+Published Aug. 10, 2023Updated Aug. 18, 2023
+
+We’ve gathered here today to raise a glass to hip-hop. It’s 50, baby! Half a century of effrontery, dexterity, elasticity, rambunctiousness, ridiculousness, bleakness, spunk, swagger, juice, jiggle and wit, of defiant arrogance, devastating humor, consumptive lust and violent distress, of innovation, danger, doubt and drip. Salud! I’ll be honest, though. I knew the magazine covers and concerts and TV specials were coming, but I wasn’t feeling it. Seemed too arbitrary a date. Or maybe just impossible to ascertain. What I did feel was that hip-hop has so thoroughly infused the atmosphere of American life (we’ll just start with this country), that it has pushed so much forward — who cares that it’s pushing 50?
+
+### Listen to This Article
+
+The energy giving this form its art, this life its force — wasn’t that forged centuries ago with every African hauled onto this land? As far I could tell, hip-hop was just “always.” That energy has been with us Black Americans — in church, on stages, in studios, on the streets, in outfits and hair and posture and teeth, glinting, grinning, gritting, smirking, snarling, beaming, blinging. Simply smiling a miraculous-ass smile. So this anniversary couldn’t matter, according to me, because — well, isn’t it just on a continuum that bends from the African drum to the spiritual to ragtime, jazz, gospel and the blues, to R.&B., folk, rock ’n’ roll, funk, disco, new wave and house? Isn’t it also just more soul music, an energy that never dissipates but simply changes hosts?
+
+Well ...
+
+*Well* ...
+
+I was down to bring that dogma to my grave. But somebody made a case, and the case made a fool of me. It was February, at the Grammys, when in the middle of the broadcast, almost two dozen rap acts took the stage, one by one, and owned the history they made, the history they were. There was even a historian: [Ahmir (Questlove) Thompson,](https://www.nytimes.com/2021/10/12/magazine/questlove-summer-of-soul.html) who, among sundry other skills and passions, drums for the Roots and harbors a knack for the fine print and footnotes of American popular music.
+
+For [Grammy night](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HXsqCrHSKvU), his job entailed boiling down five decades to 15 minutes, and some uncanny artisanship resulted. On the generations came, each one submitting no more than a snippet — a TikTok-ya-don’t-stop, if you will. The Roots’ rapper in chief, Black Thought, opened with a fairy tale. “Fifty years ago, a street princess was born to be an icon,” it began. Then appeared a whirl of originators. Grandmaster Flash with Barshon, Melle Mel, Rahiem and Scorpio, who melded into Run-DMC. And Run-DMC into LL Cool J. LL Cool J into DJ Jazzy Jeff. Jazzy Jeff into Salt-N-Pepa. Those two into Rakim, who was followed by Chuck D and Flavor Flav. That was simply the first course of three loosely chronological movements. The third closed with the progeny: Lil Baby then GloRilla then Lil Uzi Vert.
+
+Run-DMC with their fan Teddy No Neck, 1985.
+
+Josh Cheuse
+
+Almighty Kay Gee of the Cold Crush Brothers at Harlem World, 1981.
+
+Joe Conzo Archives
+
+The break dancers Ken Swift and, in the background, Take One and Frosty Freeze of Rock Steady Crew, 1982.
+
+David Corio
+
+Terminator X, Flavor Flav, Chuck D and Professor Griff of Public Enemy, 1987.
+
+Jack Mitchell/Getty Images
+
+The performances may not have lasted long. But revelations overtook me anyway, like how physical this music has always been to make, how bodily. Salt-N-Pepa, Kid ’n Play, MC Hammer, Missy Elliott, Beyoncé — they dance. That’s not what I mean. I’m talking about how you can’t just stand there and rap. Hands jab. Wrists snap. Heels stomp. Heads nod, bob, swivel, swing. Whatever parts can make action, do: Fingers, shoulders, brows. Used to be the move to kind of bow your legs, one hand on each thigh, bend forward and rock. LL would do this so hard his gold ropes would be punching him in the mouth. Suddenly something amazed me that just an hour before seemed as elemental as “it takes two to make a thing go right.” And that’s this: The body raps, too.
+
+Listen, I could go on, droolingly, about innate hip-hop hotness, about the bodaciousness of physiques: LL and Lil’ Kim, Tupac, Trina and 50 Cent; about Cardi B. About the rocket-science profundity in the hook of one of Megan Thee Stallion’s hits:
+
+“Body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody- ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody”
+
+Image
+
+![Queen Latifah.](https://static01.nyt.com/images/2023/08/13/magazine/13mag-hiphop50-06/13mag-hiphop50-06-articleLarge.jpg?quality=75&auto=webp&disable=upscale)
+
+Queen Latifah, around 1990.Credit...Al Pereira/Michael Ochs Archives, via Getty Images
+
+But I think what was actually dawning on me that night had less to do with hip-hop’s erotic possibilities and more to do with a new (also sexy) frontier: the accrual of carriage, grace, prestige, of stature. Now, this didn’t hit me until Queen Latifah took the stage to do a snatch of “U.N.I.T.Y.” What she wore was black and puffed; her vest, it sparkled. What astral slope had she downhilled to be there? In her early prime, Latifah’s limbs and head epitomized this style of embodiment. She nodded with aggression, yet her conical African hats (crowns!) refused to capsize. She could still throw down but in the way only someone in middle age might, with the force of calm, the surety of having fully lived. When I was 13, my question — everybody’s question — was what could this music look like at 50? Would it just be the old dude trying to mack at the club? Washed up. *Sad.* Mm mm. It really could be like going to catch Dee Dee Bridgewater or Dianne Reeves or Cassandra Wilson at Lincoln Center. It could be this. Grand. Presidential.
+
+None of this resplendence was irony-free. We’re talking about the celebration of an art form by an awards show that neglected it. The Grammys’ first rap category didn’t arrive until 1989, and there had been no plan to present the award during the live broadcast. So some of the nominated acts, including the Fresh Prince, Will Smith and Salt-N-Pepa, boycotted. Turbulence has abounded ever since. Hip-hop may have, as Black Thought declared during the anniversary segment’s curtain raiser, come to dominate the world, but only twice has it won album of the year. And the community has come to feel some type of way.
+
+Here then is why I can’t exclaim that hip-hop is on a continuum and call it a day. Here is why it’s apart from spirituals and jazz, blues, R.&B. and rock ’n’ roll while also being apiece. Here’s why the passage of these decades matters: Hip-hop, baby of the American musical family, has for 50 years been a contested category, unsettled because it remains unsettling, somehow unsung despite its centrality to multitudes. Tears salted my pizza that night because what I thought would be another awards-show nostalgia spasm was really a proclamation of endurance and a pungent condemnation. Here is music you can hear while dining out at a place where the only Black people are you and the dining room’s soundtrack. There aren’t many countries left on this planet that don’t have some kind of hip-hop scene or rap patois, some at-best oblivious comfort with “nigga” this and that. Yet there’s often a chip on some rapper’s shoulder, on some rap fan’s. Because it’s quite something, half a century in, to carry with you the suspicion that the thing you made might be valued more than the people you are. This is a continuum concern, of course: Every phase of Black artistic achievement treks through that cognitive-dissonance zone. The Negro spiritual is the other major American music whose existence floodlights a crime. But spirituals sought deliverance from this country’s original sin. Hip-hop doesn’t expect salvation. An alternate reality drives its craftspeople. Maybe nobody wants us to succeed. So we’ll deliver ourselves. Let’s build an empire from that.
+
+Pepa, Salt and DJ Spinderella of Salt-N-Pepa, 1989.
+
+Al Pereira/Michael Ochs Archives, via Getty Images
+
+Biz Markie, 2001.
+
+Mike Schreiber
+
+LL Cool J, 1988.
+
+Catherine McGann/Getty Images
+
+Tupac (center), 1994.
+
+Mike Miller
+
+**I’m just younger** enough than hip-hop to have taken the empire for granted all these decades and just old enough to ask some urgent questions. What’s the point of this art form anyway? Why did we need it? Why did we need it so bad that it spread from the Bronx to everywhere else? Would there even be hip-hop had events in this country gone differently, gone farther, in Black Americans’ favor. Then I suppose I have to ask: which events? And how many would have had to go just right and stay right in order to complete Black Americans’ trajectory toward actual freedom, to head off the full force of hip-hop’s coming this vibrantly to life? Some back-of-the-napkin ruminating tells me that hip-hop was inevitable because this country has never been consistently sure about how to treat us. The mere fact of hip-hop denounces that inconsistency. It maybe shouldn’t exist. But here it is. In everything. Indicting.
+
+This 50th anniversary dates to the night, in the Bronx, in August 1973, that Kool Herc stood over a set of turntables and combined two records to form one continuous breakbeat. Doesn’t sound too seismic when you put it that way. But this was it: the Big Bang, a mythical event. And when you do put it that way, these 50 years really do have to stand on their own. The earliest blues artists were enslaved. Depending on when you think jazz was born — we’re talking about both history and mythology here — its originators had parents who were enslaved. The inventors of rock ’n’ roll hail-hailed from parts central and south. But hip-hop happens right about when the Great Migration winds down. Its beginnings are overwhelmingly Northern and completely urban.
+
+A D.J. would play records, and crews would dance. The early M.C.s? They were personalities who sometimes talked over the music. Rhyming and beat-making machinery, those came later. Inertia? Idleness? Conditions hip-hop was born trying to solve. How to keep b-boys and b-girls breaking all night? D.J.s invented the cure. “Hip-hop” identified a culture that already existed but made kids, adolescents and barely-adults make sense to themselves. The *new* New Negroes — fresh, then dope, then fly, then fire, then rizzy. They were also, to invoke a timeless community-outreach, daily-news euphemism, at-risk. Condemned.
+
+This music had penury, denial and neglect in common with its forebears and was developed down in a particularly hopeless ravine, amid the national abandonment of the post-Civil Rights movement, after the feel-good Blackness of Motown was deemed passé, when Afros and dashikis were part of the urban uniform and even Sidney Poitier was directing blaxploitation movies. White suburbanites rallied to stop Richard Nixon from stopping housing discrimination (not that ending it was his idea). Ronald Reagan slashed the housing-and-urban-development budget by about 70 percent. Elevators stayed broken. Trash piled up. Drugs stormed in and with them even harsher law enforcement. (Oh! Guess what else turns 50 this year: the D.E.A.)
+
+Image
+
+DJ Jazzy Jeff, left, and the Fresh Prince, 1986.Credit...David Corio
+
+You might expect a blues to take hold, or at least an ambivalence. Nope. An exuberant, insistent, impossible resolve defined early hip-hop, the jive part of the blues, the imaginative toughness, the tautological thriving. “That’s the breaks, that’s the breaks.” “It’s like a jungle sometimes. It makes me wonder how I keep from going under.” “It’s like that, and that’s the way it is. *Huuh!*”
+
+The music was streetbound, and the people performing it could be as hard as concrete and blacktop, as smooth as menthol smoke, in leather and velour and denim, in Shelltops, Jordans. And eventually Tims, in Coogis, in tracksuits with Kangols, Cazals, stopwatches and kitchen-clock garlands, gold ropes you could use to moor a yacht and gold earrings fit for announcing yourself at a castle door. They were battle-tested, arriving as victors, always slaying never slain; canniness and certitude were more important than luck. Defense outfitted as offense — pre-emptive style. LL Cool J’s first appearance on the Billboard Hot 100 was for the scratchy, boom-bapping wall-crawler he called “I’m Bad,” and the interludes of a police manhunt between the verses tell me he knew that, not even a quarter century before, he might have been nightsticked (at best) for thinking so highly of himself.
+
+The thrill of the music, the lifestyle — that life force — has been in its array of swaggers: MC Lyte’s sniping allergy to fools, Big Daddy Kane’s lounging back-pats (his own), Rakim’s cashmere self-portraiture, Salt-N-Pepa’s tag-team assertiveness. The audacity of both bagginess and hip-huggery. The collage work rightly deemed mix-mastery. Eyebrows might arch at any art form as reliant upon the performance of cockiness. But when vertiginous pride emanates from Black egos, eyes tend to burn in their sockets.
+
+It’s not as if Black artistic expression has ever relied on doubt. Consider all that it took for Duke Ellington, Ella Fitzgerald, Dinah Washington, Billie Holiday or for Mahalia Jackson, Nat King Cole, Sammy Davis Jr. or Miles Davis, for the Supremes and the Temptations to embody then exude excellence during an era in which that sort of confidence was all but illegal in certain counties, when you were likely to have had a parent who fled those places. It’s just that a certain decorum was expected.
+
+Posdnous, Maseo and Trugoy The Dove of De La Soul, 1993.
+
+David Corio/Redferns, via Getty Images
+
+The Notorious B.I.G., 1995.
+
+Jonathan Mannion
+
+DJ Yella, MC Ren, Easy-E and Dr. Dre of N.W.A.
+
+Lgi Stock/Corbis, via VCG, via Getty Images
+
+MCA, Mike D and Ad-Rock of the Beastie Boys, 1987
+
+Vinnie Zuffante/Michael Ochs Archives, via Getty Images
+
+Take Motown. Berry Gordy put his artists through a rigorous etiquette program, to make them palatable to the crowds of Jim Crow-tolerant white people who would be seeing them in concert or from their living rooms. I’ve wondered what kind of rappers a charm school might produce. I’ve also thought about what just a little charmlessness might have done for — or to! — the Motown sound. Charm afforded Motown its bounteous luxury. But by the late 1970s and early 1980s, Black decorum had reached its political limit. Gordy’s big new star was the magnetically louche Rick James, a hip-hop progenitor. The early rappers weren’t arguing for integration. They cultivated iconography all their own: hair styles, accessories, attitudes, these celebratory exponents of apartness, of apartheid (in America). The art form’s greatest innovation was its mass-production of unfettered, un-self-conscious self-esteem, of retributive refulgence. Boy, could you feel that. Friends and classmates took on such an unsinkable boldness that I can’t imagine them without this music and its style.
+
+But around the country, all kinds of people were encouraged, by Hollywood and the news, to be scared of Black youth (as they were called). Some of those people took out full-page ads wishing them the death penalty. Some chased them from neighborhoods and mistook them for piñatas. Our parents, though, weren’t afraid of the kids and the rappers those kids adored, not necessarily. The moms and dads and grandparents, the aunts, uncles and older cousins, understood the old life-or-death stakes. They knew that hip-hop had unleashed a new confrontational energy. They were afraid *for* them.
+
+I’ve thought sincerely about whether hip-hop’s boastfulness was a wonder drug for Black psyches in search of street-level hope. These rappers emerged from the same poverty a lot of us knew. But they turned that doubt into bright-sided art. So many Black children were scolded and mocked for dreaming of careers in basketball and rap. The odds were worse than low. We’re talking about young people, though. They dream. Somebody really is always making it in hip-hop. Why not one of them? I grew up watching all the practicing and rehearsing and studying, the rigor. The dream was big. They knew they could maybe be paid to fly, paid to flow. They could turn on a radio or press play on a mixtape and hear the flight.
+
+**For 50 years,** the essential writing — fables, comedies, diaries; adventure, memoir, porn — about young Black life in this country has been happening in hip-hop. Songs about feelings, fantasies, dilemmas, confessions, fantasias. What else is Notorious B.I.G.’s “Ready to Die” and its grueling, knowing, melodic re-creation of moral decay and sexual congress other than a triumph of literature? It is but one title on a shelf buckling with scores of comparable powerhouses. That’s one masterpiece set in New York.
+
+What eventually brews in Houston and Atlanta, Miami, New Orleans and Memphis, in Virginia and California, deepens hip-hop, takes it into freaky, funky, bouncy, hilarious, mischievously brewed realms, dark, dreamy, unstable landscapes. Frailty, paranoia, trippiness, Afrocentrism and minimalism emerge. It’s music mining the past but potently about the present, often about itself. Hip-hop kids didn’t know a national struggle for civil rights as more than lore or part of a lesson plan. They had experienced personal strife — the struggle for food, shelter, safety, stability, jobs and respect. How many of these artists came of age in or adjacent to public housing and the criminal-justice system? Plight was in the art.
+
+Image
+
+Missy Elliott, 1998.Credit...David Corio/Redferns, via Getty Images
+
+Hip-hop represents a break with the past because it exploded out of something that broke: this country’s promise to its Black citizens. And unlike aspects of jazz and Motown, this new music wouldn’t be arguing for its resplendence, worthiness and incomparable ingenuity. Salves, appeasement, subtlety, civility, love — those evidently didn’t work because here we are. *Bring the noise*.
+
+Its practitioners may have attended church, but there’s little church in this music, especially during its first waves, just communal jubilation and the streets. “La di da di, we like to party” alongside “I never prayed to God, I prayed to Gotti.” Hip-hop arose from want. It thrived in gain. The average love song culminates in consumption, brandishing what has been consumed. Capitalism has been trying to turn its back on Black America and to break Black America’s back. Hip-hop is Julia Roberts after being written off in “Pretty Woman” by that snooty sales lady: *Big mistake. Big. Huge.* The drug dealers and gangbangers weren’t my cup of tea. I more naturally gravitated to the nerds, bohemians and space cadets, the corners of the music that got called “conscious rap.” But I never bought that designation. You don’t enumerate the risks and luxuriate in the spoils of, say, the drug business unconsciously. How could you lavish such attention on production and rhythm, how could you realize such vision, with half a mind? Choices are being made, the choice to be frank, blunt, hyperbolic, wishful, catchy. Whatever pathology’s in the art form mirrors whatever pathology exists in the environment, in hip-hop’s, in the nation’s. “Cash rules everything around me” — “C.R.E.A.M”— functions as much as an excuse as it does as a rationale. Luxury has become a source of irony (I mean, the fact of Gucci Mane, alone) and a kind of getting even. What’s it Bey said? Best revenge is your paper.
+
+Before that reunion at the Grammys, I knew all the places the life force had gone and all it had come to mean. But after, I got to thinking about its stupendous range. Take the rap voice, for instance. It’s an instrument with timbres and pitches that expand at least my understanding of what else it means to sing — and if it’s Ol’ Dirty Bastard, Eminem, Nicki Minaj and Kendrick Lamar, we’re talking about singing in the rain, a monsoon. There’s almost nowhere hip-hop hasn’t been: the White House, the Pulitzers, the Oscars, the sitcom, the Louvre, syllabi, country radio, fashion week, Sesame Street. It uses some of everything, and everything uses some of it. But its longevity and ubiquity amount to more than what’s stamped in its passport. Even when its practitioners aren’t Black, maybe especially when they’re white, hip-hop incriminates the country that drove its people to dream it up in the first place. For it contains the stubborn truth of how America has felt about certain Americans. Hip-hop is what this country gets.
+
+Jay-Z, 2007.
+
+Damon Winter/The New York Times
+
+Wyclef Jean and Lauryn Hill of the Fugees, 1993.
+
+Lisa Leone
+
+Nas, far left, with friends in Queens, 1993.
+
+Danny Clinch
+
+Snoop Dogg, 2000.
+
+Mike Miller
+
+It still possesses incantatory powers. But it also continues to acquire a tremendous capacity for melancholy, for a blues of sorts. The same group who fretted about C.R.E.A.M. also chanted, in harmony, that “you can’t party your life away, drink your life away, smoke your life away, \[expletive\] your life away, dream your life away, scheme your life away, ’cause your seeds grow up the same way.” That was 26 years ago. In the B.L.M. era, the seeds sound addled. The early boom-bap and the disco backbeats that exploded into a galaxy of sounds has, in its current incarnation, returned to a new, samey orthodoxy of beats that, for not much longer than two minutes, stutter, drag and drone. A little weed used to be all a rapper needed to get by; now it’s zany. It’s not just nerves that seek settling anymore. It’s entire psyches. The canon makes room for breakdowns: Lauryn Hill’s, Kendrick Lamar’s, Kanye West’s. Happiness and abandon are now hard to come by, that old sauce. The rappers seem to know this. They’re rhyming with a lot fewer words for the moment. The sound of some of this music doubles as another environmental mirror. Somebody thought to call it “trap.”
+
+Maybe another reason that that Grammy anniversary segment got to me was that it worked in defiance of the current gravity. It felt stress-free and full of exhalation, but, as crucial, also put inhalation on poignant display. As a practical matter, this wasn’t news. We karaoke people have our personal Everests. “Paid in Full” and “Mama Said Knock You Out” are mine. Very different songs in divergent styles. One is silk, the other is steroids. To pull either off, you have to know how to breathe. This is true enough for singing. But rapping requires the kind of respiration that a swimmer depends on: mechanical but rhythmic. (To excel at either, it helps to know your way around a freestyle.) Rappers have to time when in the stroke to snatch some air. Snatch wrong and choke. You have to be precise while still being you. Some rappers, like Busta Rhymes, rarely get caught taking a breath. A karaoke rapper will tell you: It’s not for the weak. I know someone who can perform “Tha Crossroads” as though Bone Thugs-n-Harmony were his government name. But by the time he’s done, he practically needs CPR.
+
+At the Grammys, as Busta stood there and 50-meter-backstroked his way through “Look at Me Now,” no one seemed to quite believe that he could still rap that fast that breathlessly. It wasn’t him at his most pinpoint. (His stroke made a lot of splash.) But when he finished, nobody called the paramedics either. They cheered. Cheered the dexterity, obviously, but also that he still had it, that everybody over the age of what, 28?, still had it, could still do the one thing we’ve heard so many of us, in states of distress, plead for: breathe.
+
+Nobody thought it would last this long. Maybe that’s some deeply ingrained self-doubt talking. Not everything lasts. And not everybody made it. Reason enough to pause and pay tribute, to say, “hip-hop hooray!” What they’ve made, however, has lasted. That’s what started my waterworks. Everybody was still breathing. Yeah, many of them are still alive and all. But also: They’re still able to make breath, deep, exhilarating breath.
+
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+# How Some Men Play Dungeons & Dragons on Texas’ Death Row
+
+The Marshall Project is a nonprofit newsroom covering the U.S. criminal justice system. [Sign up for our newsletters](https://www.themarshallproject.org/newsletters?ref=post-leadin&newsletters=ca,li,ex) to receive all of our stories and analysis.
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+The first time Tony Ford played Dungeons & Dragons, he was a wiry Black kid who had never seen the inside of a prison. His mother, a police officer in Detroit, had quit the force and moved the family to West Texas. To Ford, it seemed like a different world. Strangers talked funny, and El Paso was half desert. But he could skateboard in all that open space, and he eventually befriended a nerdy White kid with a passion for Dungeons & Dragons. Ford fell in love with the role-playing game right away; it was complex and cerebral, a saga you could lose yourself in. And in the 1980s, [everyone seemed to be playing it.](https://www.nytimes.com/2016/04/18/us/when-dungeons-dragons-set-off-a-moral-panic.html)
+
+D&D had come out a decade earlier with little fanfare. It was a tabletop role-playing game known for its miniature figurines and 20-sided dice. Players were entranced by the way it combined a choose-your-own-adventure structure with group performance. In D&D, participants create their own characters — often magical creatures like elves and wizards — to go on quests in fantasy worlds. A narrator and referee, [known as the Dungeon Master](https://www.nytimes.com/2019/11/13/books/dungeons-dragons.html), guides players through each twist and turn of the plot. There’s an element of chance: The roll of the die can determine if a blow is strong enough to take down a monster or whether a stranger will help you. The game has since become one of the [most popular in the world](https://www.nytimes.com/2022/05/21/style/dungeons-and-dragons.html), celebrated in nostalgic television shows and dramatized in movies. It is played in homes, at large conventions and even in prisons.
+
+By the time Ford got to high school, he had drifted toward other interests — girls, cars and friends who sold drugs and ran with gangs. Ford started doing those things, too. He didn’t get into serious trouble until Dec. 18, 1991. Sometime before 9 p.m., two Black men knocked on the door of a small home on Dale Douglas Drive in southeast El Paso, asking for “the man of the house.” The woman who answered, Myra Murillo, refused to let them in. A few minutes later, they returned, breaking down the door and demanding money and jewelry. One opened fire, killing Murillo’s 18-year-old son, Armando.
+
+Within hours, police picked up a suspect, who said Ford was his partner. They arrested Ford, who was 18 at the time, the following day. He has maintained that the two men who entered the house were brothers, and that he was outside in the car the whole time. There was no physical evidence clearly connecting him to the crime. He was so confident that a jury would believe him that he rejected a plea deal and took his case to trial in July 1993. He lost. By October, at age 20, he was on death row.
+
+Back then, death row for men was [located in a prison near Huntsville, Texas](https://www.tdcj.texas.gov/death_row/dr_facts.html#:%7E:text=Texas%20leads%20the%20nation%20in,death%20in%20the%20United%20States.), where hundreds lived in tiny cells. The men were allowed to hang out together, watch television, play basketball and go to work at prison jobs. And because they were locked behind bars rather than solid doors, they could call out to one another and talk. That was how, one day, Ford caught familiar words drifting down from the cells above him, phrases like, “I’ll cast a spell!” “Aren’t there too many of them?” and “I think you have to roll.”
+
+It was the sound of Dungeons & Dragons.
+
+Roughly 200 people are on death row in Texas today, [less than half the peak population](https://www.texastribune.org/2015/06/24/shrinking-death-row/#:%7E:text=row%20is%20falling.-,At%20its%20peak%20in%201999%2C%20460%20men%20and%20women%20were,Today%2C%20there%20are%20260.) in 1999. The number of people sentenced to death each year has declined over the past two decades [in Texas and across the country](https://deathpenaltyinfo.org/facts-and-research/sentencing-data) as the cost of [prosecuting and defending death-penalty cases](https://www.themarshallproject.org/2017/10/02/what-s-behind-the-decline-in-the-death-penalty) has ballooned and [public support for capital punishment has dropped](https://deathpenaltyinfo.org/news/2021-gallup-poll-public-support-for-capital-punishment-remains-at-half-century-low).
+
+While fewer prisoners arrive on death row each year, they languish there far longer. Some states have had difficulty procuring execution drugs, and landmark court rulings have banned executions of people deemed “insane” or intellectually disabled. Lawyers can spend years arguing that their clients have such low cognitive capacity that it would be cruel to kill them, or that new DNA technology could prove their innocence. In the early 1980s, prisoners across the country spent an average of six years on death row before they faced execution. Now, they can wait for [two decades](https://deathpenaltyinfo.org/death-row/death-row-time-on-death-row).
+
+![A Black man dressed in white pants and a white shirt stands in a small enclosed room behind a transparent partition with his knee propped up. In one hand he holds a telephone to his ear, with a metal cable connecting the phone to the wall beside him. His other arm is resting on his raised knee. In the bottom right, another black telephone rests on a counter on the foreground side of the transparent partition.](https://d1n0c1ufntxbvh.cloudfront.net/photo/596f280f/88354/1140x/)
+
+Tony Ford in the Allan B. Polunsky Unit in Livingston, Texas, in 2021.
+
+Miranda Barnes for The New York Times
+
+In many states, prisoners spend those years living in isolation so extreme [the United Nations condemns it as torture.](https://www.ohchr.org/en/press-releases/2020/02/united-states-prolonged-solitary-confinement-amounts-psychological-torture) “All international standards and norms say that the use of isolation should be a last resort,” says Merel Pontier, a Texas-based lawyer who has studied death-row conditions. Decades of research shows long-term isolation can cause hallucinations and psychosis. Prisoners living in severe isolation — like the men on Texas’ death row — turn to suicide at a higher rate than those in the general population. Some simply drop their appeals and [volunteer for execution](https://www.chron.com/neighborhood/galveston/article/Death-row-inmate-who-stomped-baby-s-head-in-13109223.php).
+
+Not every state keeps its death-row population in solitary. Some prisoners sentenced to death in Missouri and California, for example, are mixed with the general population. In Arizona, people on death row can go to the rec yard and day room in groups for a few hours a day. In North Carolina, they can take prison jobs; in Florida they can have TVs in their cells; and in Louisiana, they’re allowed to have contact visits, where they can hug their friends and families.
+
+The death row that Ford entered in Huntsville offered some of those freedoms until an incident in 1998 changed everything. The night of Thanksgiving, seven men staged a breakout. One person stayed behind in the rec yard to shoot hoops, making enough noise to cover the sound of a [purloined hacksaw](https://www.houstonchronicle.com/news/houston-texas/houston/article/Long-ago-Thanksgiving-prison-break-has-lasting-12382280.php) cutting through a chain-link fence. When the guards spotted the men and started firing at them, six surrendered. Only one made it all the way into the woods. Off-duty prison workers found his body a week later, drowned in a nearby stream.
+
+By the time the following summer rolled around, the men on Huntsville’s death row knew their lives were about to change for the worse. Officials spoke of imminent transfers to a new, higher-security death row in Livingston. As Ford remembers it, he was on the second bus there.
+
+In the decades since then, the men on death row at the Allan B. Polunsky Unit have spent their days in near-total isolation, only allowed to leave their cells for two hours of recreation, three days a week, alone, in day rooms or fenced-in cages — if the guards feel like letting them out or aren’t too short-handed. Sometimes, the men say, they go weeks without setting foot outdoors or being able to take a shower. (The Texas Department of Criminal Justice denies these claims.) The prison permits one five-minute phone call every 90 days. Their only regular physical contact with another human is when the guards put them in handcuffs. Even when the men manage to nurture relationships with girlfriends or wives in the free world, they’re never able to touch.
+
+Just after the start of the pandemic, a new warden made a few changes, setting up TVs in some of the day rooms and letting the men exchange written notes with a handful of [prisoners who run a radio station](https://www.themarshallproject.org/2021/12/20/the-prison-radio-station-that-s-reaching-men-on-death-row). When the Texas prison system got tablets last year, the men on death row were given limited access to email, which was closely monitored. Even so, Polunsky remains home to one of the most restrictive death rows in the nation. To report this article, I spent several years exchanging letters with men on death row in Texas. Phone calls with reporters aren’t permitted, and I could only conduct monitored, in-person, one-hour interviews with specific individuals every three months. For some of these men, I was their most regular visitor.
+
+To cope with the isolation they face daily, the men on death row spend a lot of their time in search of escape — something to ease the racing thoughts or the crushing regrets. Some read books or find religion. Some play games like Scrabble or jailhouse chess. Others turn to D&D, where they can feel a small sense of the freedom they have left behind.
+
+![](https://d1n0c1ufntxbvh.cloudfront.net/photo/19292d94/88357/1140x/)
+
+When Ford first overheard the men on the old Huntsville death row playing D&D, they were engaged in a fast, high-octane version. The gamers were members of the Mexican Mafia, an insular crew that let Ford into their circle after they realized he could draw. The gang’s leader, Spider, pulled some strings, Ford recalls, and got him moved to a neighboring cell to serve as his personal artist. Ford earned some money drawing intricate Aztec designs in ink. He also began to join their D&D sessions, eventually becoming a Dungeon Master and running games all over the row.
+
+Playing Dungeons & Dragons is more difficult in prison than almost anywhere else. Just as in the free world, each gaming session can last for hours and is part of a larger campaign that often stretches on for months or years. But in prison, players can’t just look up the game rules online. The hard-bound manuals that detail settings, characters and spells are expensive and can be difficult to get past mailroom censors. [Some states ban books](https://www.themarshallproject.org/2022/12/21/prison-banned-books-list-find-your-state) about the game altogether, while others prohibit anything with a hard cover. Books with maps are generally forbidden, and dice are often considered contraband, because they can be used for gambling. Prisoners frequently replace them with game spinners crafted out of paper and typewriter parts.
+
+![A progress sketch shows three phases of a 20-piece segmented circle. On the left, there are 20 lines extending outwards from a center point. In the center, those lines are numbered one through 20. On the right, the circle is drawn on a square piece of board that is divided into 20 slices, each numbered and colored in alternating hues of green, orange and red.](https://d1n0c1ufntxbvh.cloudfront.net/photo/ed4a41d5/88471/1140x/)
+
+Sketches of Wardlow’s handmade game spinner, which was created in lieu of a 20-sided die.
+
+On the old death row, prisoners could call out moves easily through the cell bars; they also had the chance to play face to face, sitting around the metal tables in the common room or under the sun of the outdoor rec yard. That was where, sometime in the late 1990s, Ford saw four men playing Dungeons & Dragons together. He asked someone who they were and learned that the 6-foot-5 White guy from the country, with a buzz cut and glasses, was Billy Wardlow.
+
+Ford didn’t know Wardlow — they were never housed near each other for very long — but he had heard about him. “From what everyone that knew something about him said, there was universal agreement that Billy was one of the ‘good guys,’” Ford wrote in a court document in 2019. Wardlow kept his word and didn’t start trouble. He even participated in [a hunger strike](https://www.prisonlegalnews.org/news/1995/nov/15/tx-death-row-protest/) organized by Black prisoners in the mid-1990s to protest the growing frequency of executions. (After the Supreme Court reauthorized the death penalty in 1976, Texas accelerated the pace of executions, which jumped from one in 1982 to 19 in 1995, peaking at 40 in 2000.) “It was surprising to a lot of us Black guys that there was some White guy joining in because in prison it is HARD to organize any efforts across racial and ethnic lines,” Ford wrote.
+
+![As Dungeon Master, Billy created vast and intricate worlds. Although he could play D&D without books, he drew intricate maps of places and settings.](https://d1n0c1ufntxbvh.cloudfront.net/photo/666bc477/88360/1140x/)
+
+As Dungeon Master, Billy created vast and intricate worlds. Although he could play D&D without books, he drew intricate maps of places and settings.
+
+Glenna Gordon for The New York Times
+
+The men in Ford’s D&D group struggled to bring their gaming world with them to Polunsky. When they arrived, they found that many of their belongings had gone missing or been confiscated. They lost game notes and hand-drawn maps, spinners and character sketches. And now they could not sit at a table together to play. They had to rely instead on a variety of clandestine communications, including written messages called “kites,” passed from cell to cell.
+
+For Ford, there was one silver lining. At Polunsky, he could finally play D&D with a death-row legend: Billy Wardlow.
+
+By death-row standards, Wardlow’s past was not remarkable. He had grown up in the small town of Cason, Texas, where his father worked in factories and his mother was a custodian at the First Baptist Church. He had an older brother and would have had two, but his parents’ second child died at 6 months. His mother, Wardlow said, visited the boy’s grave to claw at the dirt with her fingers, wailing as she prayed to God for another child. Then came Wardlow.
+
+“As far back as I can remember, Mother told me that I was a gift from God,” he wrote in a court filing. “But I didn’t always feel that way.” His mother was prone to violent tantrums, beating him with belts, car antennas and PVC pipes. Once, when Wardlow was 10, she pulled a gun on him after she caught him swiping money from her purse. “She told me my father was an alien from another world and that I would never find anyone to love me but her,” he wrote in a letter to me. “I believed it.”
+
+![A White man sits at a desk in a small enclosed room with his hands folded in front of him on the desk. He is dressed in a white shirt and he wears dark, thick-rimmed glasses. On the wall to the left, a metal phone cable extends towards the floor. In the bottom right of the photograph, a timestamp label says “11/02/2019 18:35.”](https://d1n0c1ufntxbvh.cloudfront.net/photo/ba634eb7/88355/1140x/)
+
+Wardlow in 2019. Wardlow ran D&D games on death row, often serving as a mentor to the other players.
+
+Courtesy of Dani Allen
+
+In school he was a loner, though he did well in class and was good with electronics (other prisoners told me he earned a reputation for being able to fix anything). When Wardlow was 16, he met Tonya Fulfer, a classmate, in the high school library. Like him, she had problems at home. During senior year, they both dropped out of school and left town.
+
+Before long, they were back in Cason where, on the morning of June 14, 1993, Wardlow knocked on Carl Cole’s door and asked to use the phone. The young couple hoped to steal his car and flee to Montana, where they would start a new life together. But the plan went wrong, and Wardlow, who was 18 at the time, shot the older man. Afterward, he and Fulfer fled the state in Cole’s pickup truck. They were arrested two days later in South Dakota. Wardlow was sentenced to death on Feb. 11, 1995. He arrived on death row two days later.
+
+Unlike Ford, Wardlow never played Dungeons & Dragons before prison. But months later, another man on the row handed him a book full of fantasy names and magical creatures. “This is the game,” Wardlow remembered him saying. “Be ready tomorrow.” Over the next two decades, Wardlow went on to play dozens of games with many characters. One he became known for among his death-row peers was Arthaxx d’Cannith, a magical prodigy. Though his home planet, the war-torn Eberron, was an established setting among D&D players, Arthaxx was Wardlow’s creation — a character he developed through pages and pages of game notes and hand-drawn illustrations.
+
+Born to a professor and an inventor, Arthaxx had a twin sister who died as a baby. After the girl’s death, Arthaxx’s mother refused to let the tragedy derail her academic career. Instead, she threw herself into her work, leaving her son to be raised by tutors. They gave him all the tools for magical greatness, and after graduating early from a prestigious wizarding college, he got a job with a top guild, where he invented secret weapons for war.
+
+Arthaxx could cast spells to control the elements, manipulate electricity or send walls of fire raging across enemy battlefields. Every day, Arthaxx used his gifts to help the higher-ups of House Cannith perfect the invention they hoped would end a century of war. At night, he came home to his wife, his childhood sweetheart.
+
+![A detailed map drawn on graph paper showing the outline of a building is labeled “Citadel Arthaxx” in the upper right corner. In the lower left corner, a scale notation drawn around one square of the graph paper says “10 ft. squares.” Interior rooms show labels including “Observatory,” “Staff Wing,” “Grand Dining Hall,” and “Council Chamber.” There is a section of the map labeled “Education Wing” with individual rooms labeled “Wizard”, “Architect,” “Magewright,” and “Artificer.” Each hand-drawn room includes tiny icons, which, according to a legend in the lower right corner of the map, show tables, chairs, windows, and other pieces of furniture. On the outside of the building on the lower left side, green landscaping surrounds a large, gray boar head with red eyes.](https://d1n0c1ufntxbvh.cloudfront.net/photo/880594f9/88415/1140x/)
+
+One character Wardlow became known for among his death-row peers was Arthaxx d’Cannith, a magical prodigy raised by tutors who went on to graduate early from a prestigious wizarding college.
+
+Glenna Gordon for The New York Times
+
+Arthaxx was, to some extent, a version of Wardlow whose mother was not shattered. Whose parents loved him and sent him to a prestigious school. Whose proficiency with electricity earned him a comfortable living. Whose best options never included running away. Whose worst mistake never landed him on death row.
+
+“‘Friends is a loaded word in prison,” Ford wrote to me in a long, typed letter sent three years ago. “So many people have been betrayed by their ‘friends.’ What we have around us are more associates, close associates.”
+
+But D&D turned associates into a crew. After they started playing together at Polunsky, Ford noticed that when Wardlow was in charge of the game, the other guys didn’t bicker as much. As Dungeon Master, Wardlow created vast and intricate worlds. He could play without books or hand-drawn maps and could run the game on the fly, improvising the narrative as he went along.
+
+Some D&D crews on death row liked to play at random times, diving into a fantasy world whenever the mood struck. But when Wardlow ran the games, he liked to set a schedule, usually starting around 9 a.m. Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, sometimes playing until they fell asleep. It was the rare activity Ford and his friends could look forward to, a time when no one would talk about legal cases or lost appeals.
+
+Sometimes, through their characters, they opened up about problems they would never otherwise discuss — abusive parents, fractured childhoods, drug addictions — unpacking their personal traumas through a thin veil of fantasy. “With Billy, D&D has become our therapy,” Ford wrote in 2019.
+
+Some of the character sheets that Wardlow created for D&D included detailed notes about spellcasting abilities, physical traits and the powers of individual characters. Glenna Gordon for The New York Times
+
+Some of the character sheets that Wardlow created for D&D included detailed notes about spellcasting abilities, physical traits and the powers of individual characters. Glenna Gordon for The New York Times
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+Some of the character sheets that Wardlow created for D&D included detailed notes about spellcasting abilities, physical traits and the powers of individual characters. Glenna Gordon for The New York Times
+
+Death row didn’t offer any of the educational or mental-health programs available in regular prisons; rehabilitation isn’t the goal for those on death row, and special programming is not always logistically feasible for people held in solitary confinement. For these players, the games served as their life-skills course, anger-management class and drug counseling, too. Like Ford and Wardlow, a lot of the men on the row came to prison at a young age and never had a chance to be adults in the free world.
+
+In 2005, the Supreme Court banned capital punishment for crimes committed by people under 18, [saying that “evolving standards of decency” forbade it](https://www.nytimes.com/2005/03/02/politics/supreme-court-54-forbids-execution-in-juvenile-crime.html). Though Texas had to stop executing minors, the state could still sentence older teenagers — those who were 18 and 19 — to death. Some of the men in the D&D crew never had their own apartments or bank accounts, never paid rent or bought car insurance or cashed a paycheck. Once they got to prison, their lives were, in essence, frozen.
+
+Wardlow gave the men something to aspire to, not only because his games offered players a sense of structure and purpose, but also because his legal case had the potential to establish an important precedent. Prisoners in Texas can be sentenced to death only if a jury decides they are guilty and will pose a danger to society. That controversial “future danger” finding has [been part of Texas death-penalty law](https://www.themarshallproject.org/2022/07/11/this-doctor-helped-send-ramiro-gonzales-to-death-row-now-he-s-changed-his-mind) since the 1970s. But brain science has evolved over the past half-century, and experts question whether it’s possible to make that determination with any accuracy if someone was just 18 or 19 at the time of a crime. Research shows that the prefrontal cortex — a part of the brain associated with emotional regulation and understanding consequences — keeps developing into a person’s 20s. Wardlow’s legal team [leaned on science in their court filings](https://www.supremecourt.gov/DocketPDF/19/19-8712/145983/20200619160740671_19-8712%20-%20Wardlow%20v.%20Texas%20-%20Professional%20Organizations%20et%20al.%20cert.%20amicus.pdf), arguing that an 18-year-old’s brain wasn’t notably different from that of a 17-year-old.
+
+When the men heard about the details of Wardlow’s appeal, they began to feel hopeful. “You had a lot of guys that were really like: ‘Hey, man. This is our shot, this is our shot right here,’” Ford told me last year, peering through the scratched visiting-room glass. “The Supreme Court’s going to do this.”
+
+In the meantime, D&D was their best chance to learn about the world. They had to manage “money,” to make sure they had enough gold to rent a tenement or buy a horse. And when they were running low, they had to consider the best path for getting more: finding work at the local tavern, for example, or searching for treasure in a dungeon. If they opted for the latter, they had to exercise caution and weigh the risks.
+
+[
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+Intimate portraits of people who have been touched by the criminal justice system
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+Over time, their lives in the game world led to the sort of friendships solitary confinement usually prevents. From their respective rec cages in the prison yard, Wardlow would offer Ford advice whenever he was having problems with another prisoner. Or Wardlow would get one of the general-population prisoners who worked as janitors to deliver the jailhouse comfort food he made in his cell. Sometimes they would test recipes, like the time they both made Kool-Aid-flavored cheesecakes with powdered creamer, and shuttle samples back and forth. They talked about game strategies and what to do when guards confiscated their playbooks or moved them to different cells every few months.
+
+And whenever Ford and Wardlow were housed near each other, they played D&D. Some games were small, with only three or four players. Others looped in more than a dozen men. Most often, Wardlow was the Dungeon Master, but sometimes Ford took on that role instead.
+
+Some of the settings that Wardlow drew for D&D adventures. Glenna Gordon for The New York Times
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+Some of the settings that Wardlow drew for D&D adventures. Glenna Gordon for The New York Times
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+Some of the settings that Wardlow drew for D&D adventures. Glenna Gordon for The New York Times
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+In 2013, Ford’s mother died, and he quit the game. But Wardlow kept talking to him, even when it was just a one-way conversation through the rec-cage fence. At first, Wardlow just mused aloud about whatever was on his mind, his voice calming and hypnotic. As he kept talking, Ford started to open up, too, crying as he recounted memories of his mother. He remembered the pride she took in her work as a police officer, and how much she taught him about computers when she worked in an Atari warehouse years later. He remembered how she showed him the basics of chess. At one point, Wardlow sent over some jelly beans — he knew Ford loved them, especially the black ones.
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+“Next thing you know, I’m not crying when I’m talking about my mother,” Ford told me two years ago during one of our first in-person interviews. “I’m just talking about her.” A few weeks later, he jumped back in the game.
+
+In late 2019, Wardlow was moved to a cell in the section known as death watch, for the men who have execution dates. [Wardlow had just received his](https://theamericanscholar.org/this-man-should-not-be-executed/#.Xotz0shKhPY): April 29, 2020.
+
+At first, he said he wasn’t going to play D&D anymore. But Ford started discussing how the players were facing a potentially world-ending threat. Wardlow knew he had to join the game to save the story. “I’m in,” Wardlow said. And so Arthaxx, his character, opened his eyes.
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+On a sunny morning in a lush area of Eberron, Arthaxx was hard at work on a new invention when a green fog swept in, rolling down from the palaces. Arthaxx saw it coming and fired a spell, but the magic clashed with the mist and his spell came to life, attacking its creator. Arthaxx fell unconscious.
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+![](https://d1n0c1ufntxbvh.cloudfront.net/photo/2372a9a7/88352/1140x/)
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+When he woke up, he saw the face of a stranger covered with magical runes. Seven years had passed, and the world he knew was in ruins. By that point, an evil moon called Atropus had begun orbiting the planet, bringing down a foul rain that made the dead rise from their graves.
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+Even the animals that men killed for food came back to life before they could be eaten, their flesh writhing and pulsing with a dark energy. The gods had disappeared, locked away in an hourglass prison. Without them, good magic no longer worked.
+
+Arthaxx came up with a plan to defeat the moon and save the world — but victory came at a heavy price. Half the adventurers died, and the survivors soon realized they still needed to free the gods. To do that, Arthaxx cast a spell to turn himself into a more powerful being. It was potentially a winning move, but it was risky, too: The being had a tendency to explode, especially if he suffered a serious blow.
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+No matter how powerful Arthaxx was — or how much his Dungeon Master wanted him to prevail when the crew faced off against a horde of villains — the outcome came down to chance. “One of the things of D&D is that it’s the roll of the dice,” Ford told me, leaning toward the glass between us during one of my visits. “And if you make a roll of the dice and your dice roll is too low to be able to save you,” he said, “then, you know, you bite the bullet.”
+
+With a flick of the spinner, Arthaxx was gone. The rest of the raiding party continued on, but without his help, they all died. Afterward, some of the men decided to start over. But not Wardlow: He knew he didn’t have enough time. The state canceled his April execution [because of the pandemic but set a new one](https://apnews.com/article/ca6ae0727808fad4fb71dc1c7de0cc8b) for July 8, 2020.
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+As the weeks crept along and the execution date remained firm, Wardlow and Ford realized they were trapped in a story line they were powerless to imagine their way out of. “You have this certain reality,” Ford told me. “Not only are they telling you that one of your best friends that you consider your brother is going to die on this particular day, but that you pretty much have nothing that you can do about it.”
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+In the spring of 2020, Wardlow decided to start one last game, a smaller, simpler campaign that he created for a few of his friends, involving a mythical city and a quest to save a magic sword. “I’m sure you’ve seen those Final Episodes of your favorite shows,” Wardlow wrote to me in his last letter on June 24, 2020, which he composed on his prison typewriter. “That’s what this is like. Although I hope this isn’t the Final Episode.” Two weeks later, the state executed him.
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+Later that day at the funeral home, Wardlow’s girlfriend in the free world — a longtime pen pal and anti-death-penalty activist — touched him for the first time, sobbing and caressing his face as he lay in his coffin. She messaged me afterward to ask if I wanted his cardboard box of gaming supplies. Inside, an aging piece of paper made me catch my breath: It was a handwritten apology to Carl Cole’s son, dated 1997. Folded in half, it sat tucked among hundreds of pages of character sketches, game charts and hand-drawn maps, the remnants of a fantasy world of wizards and orcs. That letter was never mailed, Wardlow’s lawyer said recently, but Wardlow wrote another one to the Cole family that was sent after he was executed.
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+Since Wardlow’s death, Ford has had a harder time reading and doing the small things that he once enjoyed. “This place, it does something to you,” he told me during one of our visits.
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+Ford watched other friends and fellow players face execution dates, and he began to worry about when the state would set his. In the meantime, a team of lawyers asked him to be a lead plaintiff in a [lawsuit aimed at changing the isolating conditions of death row](https://www.hoganlovells.com/-/media/hogan-lovells/pdf/2023-pdfs/2023_01_26_robertsoncomplaintfiledversion.pdf). They filed the case this January, and it is still pending. If they win, the men at Polunsky might be able to play D&D together again, sitting around a table for the first time in two decades. Wardlow, of course, won’t be there. “As long as we have D&D,” Ford told me, “we’re keeping his legacy alive.”
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+![Drawings, maps and character sheets lie scattered in a pile. Atop the pile in the upper left corner sits the handmade spinner. It is a circle drawn on a square piece of board that is divided into 20 slices, each numbered and colored in alternating hues of green, orange and red. In the center of the pile of papers lies a full-page colored drawing of an upside-down mountain. On the top of the mountain, on the widest part, sits a red-and-blue striped castle. Near the bottom of the mountain, as it narrows to a point, a small submarine-style ship flies next to it, with two flags waving. An orange ring surrounds the ship vertically.](https://d1n0c1ufntxbvh.cloudfront.net/photo/726a62db/88353/1140x/)
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+After Wardlow’s death in 2020, he left behind a box of D&D gaming supplies and drawings. His handmade game spinner is in the upper left.
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+Glenna Gordon for The New York Times
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+# How a Man in Prison Stole Millions from Billionaires
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+Early in 2020, the architect Scott West got a call at his office, in Atlanta, from a prospective client who said that his name was Archie Lee. West designs luxurious houses in a spare, angular style one might call millionaire modern. Lee wanted one. That June, West found an appealing property in Buckhead—an upscale part of North Atlanta that attracts both old money and new—and told Lee it might be a good spot for them to build. Lee arranged for his wife to meet West there.
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+She arrived in a white Range Rover, wearing Gucci and Prada, and carrying a small dog in her purse. She said her name was Indiana. As she walked around the property, she FaceTimed her husband, then told West that it wasn’t quite what they had in mind, and that he should keep looking. West said that he’d need a retainer. She reached into her purse and pulled out five thousand dollars. “That was a little unusual,” West recalled.
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+Later that summer, Lee called again, with a new proposal. His wife, he said, had been “driving around Buckhead, and she came across this amazing modern house and thought it had to be a Scott West house.” She was right. The house, on Randall Mill Road, wasn’t quite finished, and it had not been on the market—but Lee told West that he was already buying it, from the owner, for four and a half million dollars. Now he wanted West to redo the landscaping and the outdoor pool, plus some interior finishes. West took another retainer, but he had other clients to attend to, and Lee grew impatient. Eventually, Lee asked West for his money back and began planning the renovations without him.
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+The renovations were supervised, as far as the neighbors could tell, by Indiana’s father, Eldridge Bennett, a sturdy man who drove an old Jaguar and wore a pair of dog tags around his neck. Neighbors described him as friendly but hard to pin down. He told one that he worked in the concrete business—and that he’d been on the team that killed [Osama bin Laden](https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2011/08/08/getting-bin-laden)—but gave another a card that identified him as the marketing manager for an accounting company. This neighbor noticed that a wine tower in the house was being stocked with Moët & Chandon (“thousands of bottles, like, twenty feet tall”) and asked who was paying for it all. Bennett told him that the new owner was in California, “working on music stuff.” Like many residents of Randall Mill Road, this neighbor is white. The Bennetts are Black. “It seemed like they didn’t come from money,” the neighbor said, “but they had sure found a lot of it.”
+
+A closing meeting was scheduled for early September at a bank in Alpharetta, north of the city. By then, Lee and the Bennetts had made three down payments on the house, totalling seven hundred thousand dollars, most of which Indiana and Eldridge had delivered in rubber-banded bundles of cash. Lee told the seller’s attorney that they would deliver the rest—about three and a half million dollars—in similar fashion, at the closing. He couldn’t be there himself, he said, because he was still busy in California. (Lee, the lawyer recalled, said that he “represented a variety of entertainers and got paid in a variety of ways,” and also that he’d made money in Bitcoin.)
+
+Because so much cash was going to be exchanged, the bank arranged for the closing to be held in its kitchen and break room, which offered some privacy. The bank also asked a local cop to be present. At the appointed time, Eldridge and a younger man carried several black duffelbags into the room and began handing stacks of bills to a bank employee, who spent the next three and a half hours counting them all. Afterward, on the phone, Lee asked the seller to complete a few punch items on the property. When the seller got to the house, he noticed that the door to a large safe that he’d installed—and which he’d left open—was locked, and that the combination had already been changed.
+
+A few weeks after the close, Lee sent Scott West another e-mail. “I’m buying land in a month or so to start planning on designing a house 100% to my liking,” he wrote. “I want to give you the ball and let you run the entire project. Let you go insane on your ideas. I’m thinking of a seven million dollar budget just for the house, not including the landscaping.” He suggested that the two of them “become a team.” West replied, as gently as he could, that he was too busy. A week before, he’d received a call from a federal agent, who asked him if he knew a man named Arthur Cofield. West said that he did not, and the agent began rattling off names. “He kept going through aliases until he said ‘Archie Lee,’ ” West told me. Arthur Lee Cofield, Jr., the agent said, resided in a maximum-security prison in Georgia. He had been incarcerated for more than a decade.
+
+Arthur Cofield probably stole more money from behind bars than any inmate in American history. His methods were fairly straightforward, if distinctly contemporary: using cell phones that he’d had smuggled into prison, and relying on a network of people on the outside, he accessed the bank accounts of the very wealthy, then used their money to make large purchases—often of gold, which he’d typically have shipped to Atlanta, where it was picked up by his accomplices. Some of that gold he seems to have converted to cash: he and his associates bought cars, houses, and clothes, and they flaunted all of it on social media. (At one point, Cofield wrote on Instagram, “Making millions from bed.”) By the time Cofield was charged—with identity theft and money laundering, among other crimes—he had likely stolen at least fifteen million dollars. “I don’t know of anything that’s ever happened in an institutional setting of this magnitude,” Brenda Smith, a law professor at American University who has researched crime in prison, told me. Cofield, she said, was “something of an innovator.”
+
+He didn’t arrive in prison as a man with a lot of connections or a history of fraud. He didn’t have much history at all—he was just sixteen. He had grown up in East Point, a poor and predominantly Black suburb southeast of Atlanta. A number of gangs operate there, but, if Cofield belonged to one back then, no one seems to have noticed. When he was a kid, dirt bikes were his passion. He began riding at a motocross track northwest of the city when he was little; at eight, he finished fourth at the Amateur National Motocross Championship, in Tennessee. A friend from his riding days told me that Cofield stuck out among the motocross crowd for two reasons: “He was African American, and he was freaking badass.” Cofield told the friend that he was called racial slurs by fans and other racers. “Nasty stuff,” the friend said. “It almost fuelled the fire.”
+
+Competing in motocross is expensive, and Cofield’s father, who mostly made his living hanging drywall, converted a box truck into a trailer, with living quarters, so that the family could get Arthur to the big races. At one of those races, when Cofield was about fourteen, a gate collector noticed that more than eight thousand dollars had gone missing from the till, and told the track’s operators that Cofield had been lingering nearby when it vanished. “We went into Arthur’s mobile home and he had the money hidden in there,” a member of the family who owned the track told me. The family was fond of Cofield and his father, and declined to press charges, but it was the last time that they saw the Cofields at a race. Soon, Cofield began to “slack off from racing,” his friend said, adding, “That’s when everything happened.”
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+In October, 2007, when Cofield was sixteen, he brought a gun into a bank in Douglasville, just west of Atlanta, and demanded that the tellers give him all the money they had. He walked out with twenty-six hundred dollars and headed for a stolen station wagon, where a friend of his older brother’s was behind the wheel. A smoke-and-dye pack hidden in a stack of bills exploded as he got into the car; the young men crashed soon after getting on the road. They ran but didn’t get far. The driver was sentenced to ten years and was paroled after three. Cofield got a fourteen-year prison sentence and ended up in a maximum-security facility in middle Georgia.
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+It took a few years and a couple of prison transfers before he became a more successful thief. Early in 2010, Cofield sustained cuts on his arm from a razor blade; according to a prison report, he initially told a guard that he’d cut himself shaving. But he later handwrote a carefully argued lawsuit alleging that he’d been attacked by a fellow-inmate and that prison staff had not only failed to intervene but knowingly allowed the assault to take place. Citing the damage to his motocross career, which he slightly embellished, he demanded more than a million dollars. A judge dismissed the suit on procedural grounds. Cofield was sent to another prison. Later that year, he was mailed a package containing bottles of shampoo and conditioner. Inside each bottle was a cell phone.
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+As smartphones have become more powerful and more ubiquitous, the barrier between life in prison and life on the outside has become more porous. Thousands of phones are confiscated from Georgia prisons every year, according to the state’s Department of Corrections. Prison guards are generally not well paid, and they are often bribed to assist in the smuggling or simply to look the other way. Most people in prison use phones in innocuous ways: to talk to loved ones, for instance—prison phone services are [notoriously expensive](https://boltsmag.org/massachusetts-prison-jail-phone-calls/)—and to keep up with what’s going on in the world. In 2010, inmates at seven Georgia prisons used smuggled cell phones to organize a [protest](https://www.nytimes.com/2010/12/13/us/13prison.html) for better living conditions. But phones are also used to carry out drug dealing and other crimes. Authorities have recognized this problem for more than a decade now, but the phones keep coming.
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+In the years that followed Cofield’s first prison transfer, he was found with phones in his soapbox, taped around his waist, and inside his undershorts. Many more seem to have gone undiscovered. On one occasion, he told a guard seizing yet another phone, “I don’t give a fuck about that phone. I’ve had hundreds of phones.”
+
+In 2014, he was transferred again, to Telfair State Prison, in south Georgia. There he met a man named Devinchio Rogers, who was serving a seven-year sentence for manslaughter. Rogers grew up not far from Cofield, but he was a few years older, and flashier. Cofield is stocky and gruff—he was lean and muscular in his motocross days but put on weight in prison. Rogers was tall and stylish. He shared Cofield’s knack for getting cell phones behind bars. He’d attained some brief local notoriety in 2011, when he began tweeting from inside Fulton County Jail. (His tweets were “littered with foul language and pictures of prison food, something that appears to be marijuana and himself,” a local TV station reported.)
+
+Cofield and Rogers started a crew, which they called *YAP*, for Young and Paid. There are dozens, if not hundreds, of similar crews in Atlanta, many with three-letter names, most of them small-time. They are typically founded in prisons or on particular city blocks. Some are involved in the drug trade; some flaunt a connection to nationally known gangs, such as the Bloods; some aspire to be movers and shakers in hip-hop. The most famous of these crews is Y.S.L., which was allegedly co-founded by the rapper Young Thug, whose real name is Jeffery Williams. Like Cofield, Williams, who is Cofield’s age, grew up in East Point. He and more than two dozen other alleged members of Y.S.L. are currently [facing *RICO* charges](https://www.newyorker.com/news/letter-from-the-south/the-controversial-legal-strategy-behind-the-indictment-of-young-thug) in Fulton County. They stand accused of crimes that range from drug dealing to murder. (Williams, who started a record label also called Y.S.L., has denied involvement in criminal activity.)
+
+Cofield and Rogers adopted aliases, like hip-hop m.c.s, incorporating the name of their crew. Rogers went by *YAP* Football, or just Ball. Cofield called himself *YAP* Lavish. In March, 2017, they filed paperwork to establish *YAP* Entertainment as a limited-liability partnership in the state of Georgia. *YAP* Entertainment, according to its filing, planned to provide “agents and managers for artists, athletes, entertainers, and other public figures.” Within about a year of the partnership’s formal creation, three hundred thousand dollars went missing from a bank account in Alabama.
+
+The Alabama theft was probably not Cofield’s first big score, but it is the earliest, from his prison career, of which he has been formally accused. The target was a wealthy doctor. Cofield got hold of the doctor’s personal information, logged in to the doctor’s bank account, used money from the account to buy gold, and had the gold shipped to a UPS center near Atlanta, where someone else picked it up for him. According to a detective who has investigated Cofield and Rogers, the Secret Service, during the previous several months, had noticed a string of similar thefts, and began making inquiries. (The agency, which has jurisdiction over some federal financial crimes, declined to comment.) Eventually, the agency opened an investigation, and dubbed the case Gold Rush.
+
+The year that followed, 2018, was a big one for Cofield and Rogers. They were, evidently, beginning to bring in a lot of money, and they also seem to have been actively recruiting associates. This recruitment could allegedly be quite direct. A young woman named Selena Holmes was approached by a friend, who, according to Holmes’s former lawyer, said, “Look, there’s these guys in prison. They’re really rich. And all you got to do is talk to them. They’ll look out for you.” A few days later, the lawyer said, Cofield called Holmes on the phone. She was nineteen and had grown up poor on the west side of Atlanta. (Cofield may have known her through a family connection.) She had dropped out of high school after becoming pregnant and was working at Panera. Shortly after Cofield called, according to the detective, a man named Keonte Melton found her outside work and handed her fifteen thousand dollars. (Melton could not be reached for comment.)
+
+Soon, Holmes and Cofield were spending hours together on the phone. She got a *YAP* tattoo and people began calling her *YAP* Missus—the queen to Cofield’s king. He bought her a Mercedes-Benz and rented a penthouse apartment for her in Buckhead. He also flew her first class to Los Angeles, to shop on Rodeo Drive, where she bought a three-thousand-dollar purse. (The detective believes that Holmes was running *YAP*\-related errands.)
+
+In May, 2018, a video was posted to YouTube of a pool party that *YAP* threw at a “secret location” that looks a lot like a Buckhead mansion. The party was hosted by an aspiring rapper, Anteria Gordon, who had adopted the name *YAP* Moncho. Gordon, in the front seat of a Bentley, gives a shout-out to Lavish. “Nobody doing it bigger than us,” he says later, amid drinking and twerking revellers. Around this time, Gordon released a single called “Lavish,” mostly about spending large amounts of money (“two hundred thousand, blow it on a stripper”), and gave an interview to the YouTube channel Hood Affairs, sitting in an ornate gold chair at the same mansion where the party was held. Wearing a diamond chain that spelled “*YAP*,” Gordon shows his interviewer around the mansion, praising Missus and thanking Lavish, seeming to call him “the most richest motherfucker in the city.”
+
+In June, Rogers was released from prison, and quickly began throwing money around, according to a person who knew him before he was incarcerated. “He bought four hundred and thirty-six pairs of Reeboks,” this person told me. “He had a line around Greenbriar Mall—people lined up to get those shoes that he paid for. He was giving them to kids.” This person also saw pictures of Rogers “standing on top of Mercedes-Benz trucks” and “living in penthouses.” (In one of them, there was a shark tank.) A lawyer for Rogers told me, “I’ve seen the photos, but he gets paid a lot because he’s attractive and he does social-media posts wearing different clothes and things of that nature. I don’t know if it’s called ‘influencing,’ but he’s a fashionista type.” As for *YAP*, the lawyer said, “their business did sign people and do social media and marketing—club things—and that’s what our client Mr. Rogers is good at.”
+
+The detective who has investigated Cofield and Rogers believes that the two men were both building a brand and enlisting accomplices—mostly young men who had spent time in prison, plus a handful of young women with whom one of them had been romantically involved. The detective pointed, for example, to an attempted theft for which neither man was charged. A woman who worked at Wells Fargo, in Atlanta—and who had, according to the detective, exchanged “affectionate text messages” with Rogers—gave Keonte Melton access to a large account at the bank in August, 2018. (Melton is the man who allegedly delivered Cofield’s cash to Selena Holmes.) The account belonged to one of the family businesses of John Portman, a famous Atlanta architect and developer who had died several months before. Melton tried to withdraw eight hundred and fifty thousand dollars; another Wells Fargo employee called two of the account’s signatories, who said that they had no idea who this withdrawer was. Melton was charged with an attempt to commit a felony; he pleaded guilty and is on probation.
+
+The woman left Wells Fargo for another bank, then went into real estate. (She has also appeared in multiple episodes of the reality show “Love & Hip Hop: Atlanta.”) When I reached her on the phone, she denied knowing any of the men involved. She does follow Rogers on Instagram; on her own account, she often posts pictures of herself in Lamborghinis or wearing diamond-encrusted watches, not only in Atlanta but in places like Dubai and Aruba. She was questioned by police in connection with the Wells Fargo theft but was never charged. (As part of Melton’s plea deal, he was ordered not to have contact with her.) “It was like a big ring that all of them were part of,” the detective said.
+
+In the summer of 2018, Cofield heard that Selena Holmes was growing close to a man she had met named Antoris Young. Cofield, perhaps flexing his growing power and resources, allegedly hired someone to kill him. The hit man, Teontre Crowley, tailed Young in a car; Rogers and Holmes followed in a separate vehicle so that Holmes could I.D. the target. Prosecutors say that the pair was on the phone with Cofield so he could be sure that the hit was carried out. Crowley shot Young around ten times outside a recording studio. Young survived but was paralyzed from the waist down.
+
+Days later, according to the detective, Rogers threw a birthday party for Cofield at Club Crucial, on Atlanta’s west side. “They had ‘Lavish’ on the club’s marquee,” the detective told me. Within months, Holmes, Rogers, and Crowley had been arrested for the shooting. All pleaded guilty and are now in prison. (Cofield was also charged, and pleaded not guilty; the case against him is ongoing.) A lawyer for Holmes maintained that she had been forced at gunpoint to help Crowley identify Young; Holmes later filed to withdraw her guilty plea but was denied. Last summer, at a hearing related to her sentence, an investigator said, of Cofield, “He finds these women from the outside and kind of pretends like he owns them from the inside, using money and things like that, and they enjoy the life style, so they go along with it. And they’re O.K. with it, as long as the money is good.”
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+“I was a pretty girl in a strip club,” Eliayah Bennett, who goes by Indiana professionally, told me recently. “I wouldn’t say that I’m, like, a million-followers type of girl. But people know me. I danced for big people and stuff like that.” I had asked her how she and Cofield met. The full story would “probably take about two hours,” she said. I asked for the CliffsNotes. “Somebody seen my picture,” she said. “I don’t know who it was. And people was trying to find me. I was out of town. I think I was dancing in Miami or something, because, in the summer, Georgia gets slow. So one of my homegirls, they would have, like, stripper parties and I was invited to one. And that was it.” I waited for more. “It’s a real long story,” she said.
+
+The detective offered me a shorter version: Cofield “wanted Selena to recruit a stripper and for them to have a girl-on-girl encounter in front of him on FaceTime,” the detective said, explaining that this detail came from Holmes. “That’s how Eliayah got involved. Then she and Cofield developed a relationship behind Selena’s back.”
+
+Bennett told me that she and Holmes are very different. She said she comes from a more middle-class background and went to a good school—a charter school just north of the city. But, like Holmes, she began to live more fabulously after coming into Cofield’s orbit. She moved into a Buckhead home with separate floors for her mother and her father; she bought two Range Rovers and a four-hundred-thousand-dollar Rolls-Royce S.U.V.; she got breast implants and a nose job, though she said she funded those procedures herself. (“I’ve always had my own before Arthur,” she told me.) “When I talk to him, really it’s just to see me naked,” she told an investigator, downplaying the role of money in their relationship. “And that’s about it. And we’ll watch movies together.” They liked true crime, she told me.
+
+She and Cofield were married, online, in July, 2019. Afterward, she was approved to handle his finances. As his spouse, she received another privilege: she could no longer be compelled to testify against him. Meanwhile, Cofield’s reputation within the prison system continued to grow. A month after his marriage, Cofield was moved temporarily to Fulton County Jail to attend a court hearing related to the Antoris Young shooting. “The jail was buzzing,” a person familiar with the case told me. “You could hear it on calls from inmates using the jail phone system: ‘That guy Lavish is here!’ ”
+
+Cofield was transferred to the Georgia Diagnostic and Classification Prison and later placed in solitary confinement in its Special Management Unit—a notorious facility that had been described by a social psychologist, a few years earlier, as “one of the harshest and most draconian such facilities I have seen in operation anywhere in the country.” There, he was kept alone for around twenty-three hours a day. But every prison has guards, and smuggling happens at all of them. Jose Morales was the warden of the prison when Cofield arrived. He described him as an unusual inmate. “The others were boisterous, loud, violent,” he told me. “Cofield was the opposite of that. Very cordial, very respectful.” Morales thought he was up to something.
+
+In September, 2019, the Secret Service was contacted by Fidelity Bank. Someone had breached a large account belonging to Nicole Wertheim, the wife of the billionaire investor Herbert Wertheim. This person had used more than two million dollars from the account to purchase gold coins and had then had the coins shipped to a suburb near the Atlanta airport. Investigators traced the I.P. addresses of devices that had accessed the account: one led to an apartment building in Buckhead, and another led to a Verizon cell tower near the Special Management Unit of the Georgia Diagnostic and Classification Prison.
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+Investigators informed Georgia’s Department of Corrections, which began looking for the second device. In November, guards at the Special Management Unit found two phones on Cofield, including one hidden in the rolls of his stomach. They gave the phones to prison investigators, who matched one of them to the Wertheim breach. The phone had a virtual private network that could mask its user’s identity by routing its connection through a private server, and it had a free app called TextNow, which is marketed as a provider of affordable phone service but can be used to disguise the number that a call or text is coming from. It also had several saved Yahoo and Gmail accounts that incorporated, presumably for the purposes of impersonation, the names of some of the richest men in the country, including the real-estate tycoon Sam Zell, the media mogul Sumner Redstone, the hair-care entrepreneur John Paul DeJoria, the businessman Thomas Secunda, and multiple founders of the global investment firm the Carlyle Group.
+
+Cofield had apparently narrowed his targets to aging billionaires: men who were rich enough to not notice if millions went missing—and old enough, perhaps, not to have set up personal online-banking accounts. Secunda, who is in his late sixties, was the youngest person on the list. Two men on the list have since died: Redstone, less than a year later, at ninety-seven, and Zell, at the age of eighty-one, this past May. Before Redstone died, his Fidelity account was breached twice. (Secunda and the founders of the Carlyle Group declined to comment for this story; DeJoria told me that he hadn’t heard anything about Cofield’s scheme.)
+
+Having identified a likely suspect in Georgia, the Secret Service turned the case over to Scott McAfee, an Assistant U.S. Attorney in the state’s Northern District. In August, 2020, one of McAfee’s investigators was contacted by the brokerage firm Charles Schwab. Two people, working in tandem, had successfully impersonated the ninety-five-year-old clothier and Hollywood producer Sidney Kimmel and his wife, Caroline Davis. Kimmel, who had recently executive-produced “[Crazy Rich Asians](https://www.newyorker.com/culture/cultural-comment/crazy-rich-asians-and-the-end-point-of-representation),” reportedly had a net worth of around one and a half billion dollars, and had several accounts with Schwab. Cofield created an online brokerage account in Kimmel’s name, then called Schwab, claiming to be Kimmel, in order to connect the new account to a checking account. Over the phone, he provided Kimmel’s Social Security number, his mother’s maiden name, his date of birth, and home address. Three days after that, someone claiming to be Kimmel’s wife called Schwab and asked about making a wire transfer. Half an hour later, Cofield submitted a signed form authorizing such a transfer. The transfer was for eleven million dollars. It was used to purchase gold coins.
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+An investigator who has listened to these phone calls told me that the vocal impersonations were not sophisticated. “It was a bad old man’s voice,” he said, of Cofield’s Kimmel. “Just gravelly.” Even so, he said, the representative from Schwab was deferential. “I don’t know if they checked every single security-protocol box before transferring that money,” the investigator said. “It really seemed, like, ‘Yes, Mr. Kimmel. Yes, sir.’ ” Schwab, at the phony Kimmel’s behest, wired funds to a company called Money Metals Exchange L.L.C., in Idaho. This company was also deferential, the investigator told me: “They’re, like, ‘Folks, I’ve researched this Sidney Kimmel guy, this could be a really good client. Let’s give him the V.I.P. treatment! Let’s get him that gold!’ ” (When I asked the company’s director, on the phone, for comment, he hung up.)
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+Cofield, still impersonating Kimmel, contacted security and logistics firms capable of transporting highly valuable assets from Idaho to Atlanta; that job was ultimately subcontracted to a man named Michael Blake. One night in June, just after 2 *A.M.*, Blake landed on a private runway in Atlanta, during a heavy storm, with millions in gold coins in tow. He was met by two men in a Jeep Cherokee. The car was a rental, with Florida plates, which struck Blake as a little off. The driver showed him a license, and Blake loaded the gold into the car. He asked for a ride to a nearby hotel, due to the late hour and the weather, but the driver said no.
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+After the handoff, Cofield texted Blake with instructions to delete any photos that he had taken of the car or the driver’s license—and to send him a screenshot of his photo library and his deleted-files folder as proof. Blake, who had Googled Kimmel, thought this was an odd request to get, in the middle of the night, from a ninetysomething-year-old man. He complied, but he also kept a screenshot of the folder with the photos for himself.
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+Later, Cofield initiated another Schwab transfer, of eight and a half million dollars, again for the purchase of gold. But, before the transfer was complete, he cancelled the order and asked Schwab for a credit-line increase instead. At that point, a Schwab employee contacted a lawyer for Kimmel, who told Schwab that neither he nor his client had requested the transfer, or the previous one. (Kimmel’s lawyer did not respond to requests for comment. Last fall, he told the Atlanta *Journal-Constitution* that neither he nor Kimmel had knowledge of anything related to the theft, adding, “Mr. Kimmel was unaffected by whatever occurred.” According to the investigator, the Kimmel breach alone doubled Schwab’s average annual loss from fraud. Schwab, which reimbursed Kimmel, declined to comment on this figure.)
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+In the meantime, guards at Cofield’s prison found two more phones in his cell in the S.M.U. and gave them to a prison forensics unit. The timing was fortunate: Cofield had been using the TextNow app, on which messages can permanently expire, to communicate with Money Metals Exchange and with someone listed in the phone as Yum. Prosecutors believe that Yum is a bank employee who provided Cofield with a driver’s license and a utility bill that belonged to Kimmel. Federal investigators also contacted Michael Blake, who sent them his screenshot of the I.D. that the driver in the Jeep Cherokee had shown him. Investigators enlarged the screenshot and determined that the photograph on the I.D. was of Eldridge Bennett.
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+Cofield was indicted in December, 2020, and charged with aggravated identity theft, conspiracy to commit bank fraud, money laundering, and conspiracy to commit money laundering. His lawyer, a prominent Atlanta attorney named Steven Sadow, declined to comment. (Sadow currently represents Donald Trump in the ex-President’s [election-interference case](https://www.newyorker.com/news/letter-from-bidens-washington/in-georgia-trump-and-his-gang-get-the-mob-treatment) in Georgia; Cofield’s legal team also includes [Drew Findling](https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2023/08/07/on-the-run-with-trumps-billion-dollar-lawyer), who represented Trump until Trump replaced him with Sadow, in late August.) Eldridge and Eliayah Bennett were indicted on conspiracy and money-laundering charges.
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+Soon afterward, a resident of Randall Mill Road was working at his kitchen table when he looked out the window. “Up comes a white locksmith truck followed by maybe ten black unmarked S.U.V.s,” he said. Armed federal agents circled the house. “I’m, like, ‘This ain’t good.’ It was right out of the movies.” The agents couldn’t get the house’s large safe open; McAfee, the Assistant U.S. Attorney, became convinced that that’s where the gold was. He tried, unsuccessfully, to subpoena the man who designed the safe, in Arizona. (“He was, like, ‘You’re not the real government,’ ” McAfee told me.) A team of six safecrackers finally got it open. It was empty. The vast majority of the gold that Cofield is known to have purchased with stolen money has never been accounted for. Laundering tens of millions of dollars in gold coins is not easy—it often requires dealing with transnational organizations capable of smuggling the gold out of the country.
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+Agents also searched the Bennetts’ place, seizing electronic devices, a Range Rover, a firearm, three hundred thousand dollars, and six Buffalo Tribute Proof gold coins, which were found on Eliayah’s desk. Cofield entrusted his wife with much of what he stole, and text messages between the two, discovered by investigators, suggest that this strained their relationship: on several occasions, Cofield seems to have become convinced that Bennett was going to steal, in turn, from him. “I get why u mad,” Bennett wrote at one point. “Cause U think I’ll steal a house from u. Like I don’t steal money from u I had Millions in my house for months. I know u love that house probably more than me I’ll never do that to u.”
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+“Phones were the key to his success,” Scott McAfee said, of Cofield, “but also his downfall. For me, it’s all there.”
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+A few months after Cofield was indicted, McAfee was appointed inspector general of Georgia. He handed the case off to another U.S. Attorney, who left the post after two years and then handed the case off yet again. McAfee’s successors both declined to comment for this story. (McAfee has since become a judge in Fulton County’s Superior Court. In August, he was appointed to oversee Donald Trump’s election-interference trial.)
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+In March, I got a call from Eliayah Bennett, who told me that she had Cofield on the other line. She then patched him through. Calmly and firmly, with a cool Georgia drawl, he told me that he was going to take a plea on the fraud and conspiracy charges. With Bennett listening in, the only matter he seemed intent on discussing, apart from the plea, was his connection to Selena Holmes, which he insisted did not exist. “In the story, if you don’t mind, don’t put this lady’s name anywhere close to mine, because she don’t know me,” he said.
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+The detective who investigated Cofield and Rogers described listening to hundreds of calls that Holmes made from a county-jail phone—many of which, the detective said, were obviously with Cofield. “He’d disguise his voice like he was an old lady when they talked, the same way he disguised it as an old man when he called the banks to take over the accounts. It was crazy Madea-type stuff,” the detective added, referring to the grandmother played, in several movies, by Atlanta’s own Tyler Perry. “They’d usually try to talk in code, and she’d slip up every now and then. When she’d get really angry, she’d write e-mails saying she was gonna tell everything that happened.”
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+Several people I spoke to expressed a fear that Cofield could try to retaliate against anyone whom he perceives to be working against him. He has, after all, been charged with ordering the murder of one person, and he committed most of his crimes while detained in maximum-security prisons—it’s not clear what authorities can do to make things more difficult for him than they are. Earlier this year, Georgia’s attorney general, Chris Carr, announced that he and twenty-one other attorneys general were pushing Congress to pass a law allowing states to jam phone reception in correctional facilities, which is forbidden as a result of the Communications Act of 1934. Todd Clear, a criminal-justice professor at Rutgers, told me that the better approach would be to allow people in prison to have cell phones, and to closely monitor their use. This, he noted, would also make prison life more humane.
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+A month after I spoke with Cofield, I attended his plea hearing, at a downtown courthouse. His high-priced lawyers made small talk about their ties while he hunched between them in his jumpsuit. He has a large tattoo on his neck, which was partly visible: “Laugh now, cry later,” it reads, alongside drawings of clowns.
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+After he pleaded guilty, lawyers for the government laid out the agreement that they had reached with him: a hundred and fifty-one months for fraud committed in Georgia and Alabama. The judge asked Cofield to explain what he’d done.
+
+“What did I do,” he began. He took a deep breath. Without visible emotion, he described gaining access to bank accounts belonging to Sidney Kimmel and to the doctor in Alabama, using their funds to buy gold coins, and shipping the coins to Atlanta. “I got possession of it,” he started to say, when one of his attorneys cut him off. “I think that’s enough,” the lawyer said. The judge accepted this, then shook his head. “If you would have taken the ability and knowledge you have and put it towards something that was legal and right—” he said, in Cofield’s direction.
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+“I would be investing my money with him,” one of the lawyers said.
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+Eliayah Bennett, who has not yet entered a plea in her case, sat a few rows behind Cofield in the gallery. (Her father, who declined to comment for this story, has pleaded guilty and is awaiting sentencing.) Cofield smiled at her before a U.S. marshal escorted him out of the room. Later, the detective told me that another phone had recently been found in Cofield’s cell, and that he’d been Googling “U.S. marshal uniforms.” The detective suspected that he was trying to formulate an escape—that he wanted to get back to the free world, where he hasn’t set foot since he was sixteen. Devinchio Rogers is now in Ware State Prison, in south Georgia. His lawyer told me that, in July, he was stabbed multiple times. He is currently recovering, the lawyer said.
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+On one of my last visits to the house on Randall Mill Road, I saw that weeds had grown in the yard and around the unfinished pool. “Someone smashed a basement window,” a neighbor told me. “It’s attracted lots of activity and gawkers.” Neighbors said that they had also seen Eliayah Bennett around, late last year, in a Mercedes. “She was taking everything that wasn’t screwed down to the ground,” one said (including the Moëts). Bennett has opened a business in a North Atlanta strip mall offering facials and ombré brows. When I asked her on the phone whether she’d been by the house, she said, “I don’t want to talk about that.” Earlier this year, the government seized the property and put it on the market for around two and a half million dollars. It went under contract quickly. The new owner is an ophthalmologist. Proceeds will go to Cofield’s victims.
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+When I visited, it had not yet sold. As I stood outside, a black Lamborghini pulled up and parked nearby. Two well-dressed young men got out and ventured onto the property. When they returned to the street, one of them said to me, “The guy who built this house is in prison. Have you walked up on it? It’s *nice*.” This man turned out to be a real music producer, with the stage name of BricksDaMane. He mentioned his work with Drake, Future, and Lil Baby. (The Lamborghini was his.) I told him that I’d spoken with the architect who designed the house, and the producer asked me for his number. He wanted to chat with him, he said. He had some ideas for how it might be finished. ♦
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+# Riley Keough on Growing Up as Elvis’s Granddaughter, Losing Lisa Marie, and Inheriting Graceland
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+**Her grandfather died** before she was born, but his house in Memphis stayed in the family. Graceland. Years ago, Riley Keough and her mom, Lisa Marie Presley, would visit for Thanksgiving with Keough’s brother and sisters. They would stay at the official hotel, and when the tourists departed the legendary home for the day, they’d go over and hang out, drive golf carts around the grounds, and celebrate the season together. “When Elvis’s chefs were alive, they used to still cook dinner for us, which was really special,” she tells me. “It was very Southern: greens and fried catfish and fried chicken and hush puppies. Cornbread and beans. Banana pudding.”
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+It’s an early evening in May—Keough’s 34th birthday, as it happens—and we’re in a hotel lobby outside St. Gallen, Switzerland, hoping a waiter will materialize. The place is nearly empty. An elderly woman sleeps in a wheelchair. A bartender swats flies away from a sweating cheese plate. A pianist is attempting to enliven happy hour with a classical rendition of R.E.M.’s “Losing My Religion.” The chords reverberate around the vast, sterile rotunda.
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+Top by **Emporio Armani;** leggings by **Giorgio Armani;** shoes by **Jimmy Choo;** bracelet and ring (right ring finger) by **Van Cleef & Arpels.**Photograph by Mario Sorrenti; Styled by Nicola Formichetti.
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+“There were a few times that we slept there,” Keough says of Graceland, “but I don’t know if I should say that.” She pauses. The second floor has always been closed to the public out of respect for Elvis Presley’s family because the singer had a fatal heart attack there. Then again, Keough’s family *was* Presley’s family. Who had the right to be there if not them? “The tours would start in the morning, and we would hide upstairs until they were over,” she continues. “The security would bring us breakfast. It’s actually such a great memory. We would order sausage and biscuits, and hide until the tourists finished.”
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+In the coming weeks, I’ll hear Keough’s unselfconscious laugh and see the spitfire side of her that her friends adore. But today, she speaks softly and carefully, with her knees pulled up to her chest. Life has thrown a lot at her in short order, some of it joyous, some of it obliterating: the death of her brother, by suicide, in 2020. The birth of her and her husband’s daughter in 2022. The death of her mother, following complications of prior weight-loss surgery, early this year. The debut of her star-making ’70s rock series, *Daisy Jones & the Six,* for which she was nominated for an Emmy. A surprising legal fight with her grandmother, Priscilla Presley, over Lisa Marie’s estate and hence Graceland, as well as the family’s interest in Elvis Presley Enterprises.
+
+Keough and I will talk about all of this. She will introduce me to her baby and tell me the girl’s name, which she’s never made public before. She’ll say, of the losses she’s suffered, that there were times it felt like something fundamental had broken inside her. But now, in the hotel lobby, she says simply, “This is not my best birthday.” It’s her first without her mother, for one thing. “Last year, I was in Greece wrapping *Daisy Jones.* I found out that I won the Camera d’Or, I was on the beach, and it all happened at the same time. It was very beautiful. I feel like that’ll ride me through this one.”
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+Trench coat and necklace by **Chanel;** bralette and briefs by **Araks.**Photograph by Mario Sorrenti; Styled by Nicola Formichetti.
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+Trench coat and necklace by **Chanel;** bralette and briefs by **Araks.**Photograph by Mario Sorrenti; Styled by Nicola Formichetti.
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+Keough is now the sole custodian of Graceland and the family shares of Elvis Presley Enterprises, all of which were worth just $5 million at the time of Elvis’s death and are now reportedly in the neighborhood of $500 million. She’s also a rising star, producer, and director: The award at Cannes was for the drama *War Pony,* which she codirected with Gina Gammell, about two Lakota boys on a reservation in South Dakota. Everything that happened to Keough this year, good and bad, happened in full public view—and will continue to.
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+“There’s the Kennedys and there’s the Presleys,” says the director Baz Luhrmann, who got to know Keough and her mother while working on *Elvis.* “They are the royal families of America. And in different ways, they both were, as Shakespeare says, ‘wedded to calamity.’ Is it genetic? Is it because they have such high standards? Is it because the world watches them? Maybe. Because to be American royalty is not just to have your country watch you. To be American royalty is to have the whole world watch you.”
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+**The waiter never** shows up. Keough smiles politely at the pianist’s efforts. “Let’s go for a walk,” she says. “The guy’s over there playing *The Little Mermaid* with Bono glasses on.” Her husband and daughter, who are as jet-lagged as she is, are sleeping upstairs.
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+Efficient glass doors snap open and shut, and we pass a placard about the history of the hotel: It’s a former Swiss sanatorium. I see why Keough prefers to be outside as often as possible. The Alps in one direction, Lake Constance in the other.
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+I ask the obvious question: Why are we in Switzerland?
+
+“I have Lyme disease,” Keough says. She pulls her long hair, still damp from the shower, away from her bare face. “I used this little break that I have to come and try and see if I can alleviate it a bit. It’s a holistic treatment center and offers all kinds of things that you can’t really do in America yet, like cleaning your blood.”
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+She’s never addressed Lyme in detail before. Later, I will ask her *Daisy Jones* costar, Sam Claflin, if he saw Keough struggle with pain during production. “Once she told me, there were moments where I’d catch it,” he says. “I’d noticed that she’d disengage in fleeting moments between scenes. The fact that she has all that underlying her day-to-day routine and is battling that on top of everything else—it’s nothing short of miraculous.” Keough herself doesn’t discuss the debilitating symptoms she’s lived with. She’s conscious that people may write her off as a poor little rich girl, though her mother was reportedly millions in debt when she died.
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+Gown by **Nili Lotan;** ring (right ring finger) by **Van Cleef & Arpels.**Photograph by Mario Sorrenti; Styled by Nicola Formichetti.
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+We look for a place to sit on the lawn.
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+“This is my first break in a lot of years,” she says as we claim a patch of grass. “I’m a workaholic.”
+
+This past week, Keough wrapped production in Vancouver on a miniseries she’s producing and starring in for Hulu (*Under the Bridge*), appeared in Mexico City at Dior’s 2024 cruise show, and celebrated the launch of a new Cartier jewelry collection in Florence. She’s also been shepherding new projects at her and Gammell’s production company, Felix Culpa. And here she is in Switzerland, doing an interview with me after eight hours of uncomfortable treatment—on her birthday.
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+I ask where she thinks she got her work ethic from.
+
+“Not from my parents,” she says. Her father is the musician Danny Keough. “Not from anyone in my family. I came out of the womb like that.” Keough’s wearing a smocked shirt, blue jeans, and Charvet slippers. She takes off the slippers and digs her toes into the grass. “I think we’re half nature, half nurture. I was naturally somebody that was very punctual and hardworking and wanted to do things. My upbringing was very different to that. It was very no-schedule: Sometimes we go to school, sometimes we don’t. That was what I was used to, so I was living out my teen and childhood years as though that was what I wanted. I’m definitely an adventurous and spontaneous person, but I thrive on routine. My parents said when I was little, I was very much trying to organize things and make things happen.”
+
+Reese Witherspoon, an executive producer on *Daisy Jones,* puts Keough’s career in context nimbly: “Despite all the money and the trappings that seem to facilitate an easier life, that is a very, very challenging life. To be under constant scrutiny and still rise to the top and still perform at the highest level…. I’m really in awe of her in how much she challenged herself.” And don’t sleep on this undeniable truth: “Because she didn’t have to.”
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+Dress by **Emporio Armani;** shoes by **Jimmy Choo;** bracelets and ring (right index finger) by **Cartier.**Photograph by Mario Sorrenti; Styled by Nicola Formichetti.
+
+**Keough made the** cover of *People* when there was still a pacifier in her mouth. She was born in 1989 in Santa Monica, and her mom posed with her alongside the cover line: “Elvis’s first grandchild. HERE SHE IS!” The magazine reportedly paid $300,000 for the exclusive. Keough’s father is Irish and Ashkenazi Jewish. Her mother was Scottish, Irish, Norwegian, Indigenous, and “very hillbilly.” As for herself, Keough says, “I’m an American girl.”
+
+This particular American girl’s parents met while mom was living at the Church of Scientology’s Celebrity Centre in LA. (Lisa Marie and Priscilla joined after Elvis’s death.) Keough was raised in the church, but the family reportedly left it in 2014. “I grew up with my dad reading tarot card books and metaphysics,” she tells me. “He’s very spiritual. I’m very spiritual. ‘Faith’ is a loaded word for people, but I think faith is faith in anything—faith in love, humanity, the universe, whatever it is. I don’t go to church, but I was always able to identify that spirituality was something that I really needed in my life.” Her family split their time between California, Florida, and Hawaii. Keough’s late brother, Benjamin Storm Keough, was born in 1992. Around this time, Keough’s already unusual childhood sloughed off any remaining resemblance to normality.
+
+In 1993, Michael Jackson was accused of sexually abusing a 13-year-old boy. He turned to his close friend Lisa Marie for support. A year later, after Jackson had settled with the boy’s family for a reported $20 million, he proposed to her. She separated from Danny Keough, and 20 days later, she and Jackson eloped to the Dominican Republic. The media suspected the marriage was a publicity stunt to rehabilitate Jackson’s reputation, but Lisa Marie denied it: “I am very much in love with Michael. I dedicate my life to being his wife.” Jackson’s addiction to pills has since been cited as the reason the marriage dissolved a year and a half later.
+
+“My whole childhood was probably very extreme,” Keough says. She breaks the tension with one of her big, guttural laughs. “In hindsight, I can see how crazy these things would be to somebody from the outside. But when you’re living in them, it’s just your life and your family. You just remember the love, and I had real love for Michael.” Keough was obviously too young to be aware of the accusations swirling around Jackson, so her memories are often idyllic, like the time the singer shut down a toy store in Paris—maybe it was London?—when she needed a teddy bear. “I think he really got a kick out of being able to make people happy, in the most epic way possible, which I think he and my grandfather had in common.”
+
+I point out the surreal fact that Keough has called both Graceland and Neverland home.
+
+“Which one did I like better?” she wonders aloud. “I spent more time at Neverland than Graceland, to be honest. That was a real home, whereas Graceland was a museum in my lifetime.”
+
+After Lisa Marie and Jackson split, she married Nicolas Cage. Four months later, they separated. Keough doesn’t keep in touch with Cage, but says she’d be game to do a movie with him. “He’s a great actor,” she says. “I’ve had some wild stepfathers. Famous and not famous.” She steers the conversation back to Danny Keough, whose humble lifestyle had a grounding effect when she was young. “Her life was so fragmented,” says Gammell, a close friend as well as Keough’s producing partner. “He’s someone who had no money, and she had this incredibly regular life with him—and then eras with her mom that were extraordinary. That’s why she’s so comfortable in any place.”
+
+Lisa Marie’s base was Calabasas, California, a town now globally known thanks to the Kardashians. The gated community, Hidden Hills, has been home to Madonna, Will Smith, Drake, Miley Cyrus, and more. “I think when we lived there, it was just us and Melissa Etheridge—it was horse country,” says Keough. “I’m an OG Calabasas girl.” The Kardashians were there too, but this was long before the show. “My grandma dated their dad, I think?” Keough says. “Fact-check that.”
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+She’s right. Priscilla dated Robert Kardashian after her divorce from Elvis in 1973. She refused to marry him while Elvis was still alive, so they parted ways.
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+In 2014, Kim Kardashian and Kanye West bought the property where Keough’s childhood home once stood. The original house had been demolished and a bigger one built. West enlisted Axel Vervoordt to design the family compound where Kim lives now.
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+Clothing and shoes by **Saint Laurent by Anthony Vaccarello;** necklace by **Van Cleef & Arpels.**Photograph by Mario Sorrenti; Styled by Nicola Formichetti.
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+**As a teenager,** Keough’s family traveled so much that it was hard to get traction at school. “I was always at a loss,” she says. “My father really cared about my education. My mom was like, ‘You’re an artist. Go be an artist.’ ” Keough didn’t graduate from high school, though she still wants to someday. She turned to books, as well as museums, films, and anything else she could use to educate herself. “I like math,” she says, “and my grammar isn’t as bad as you’d think given the circumstances.”
+
+At 14, Keough began modeling. She was a catwalk mainstay for a few seasons and notched a *Vogue* cover with Mom and Grandma, as well as a Miss Dior campaign. Through it all, her friend group has remained consistent, with Dakota Johnson, Zoë Kravitz, and Kristen Stewart among her nearest and dearest. All three describe Keough as graceful, humble, and fearless—and, for the record, they don’t seem to have strategized in a group text beforehand. They’re incredulous at the strength she’s displayed over the past three years (“I would do anything to take her pain away,” says Johnson). And they note that Keough’s quietness makes you lean in and pay attention, both onscreen and off. She’s delicate, they say, not to be confused with weak.
+
+Kravitz and Keough were breast-fed in close proximity because their moms were friends, and somewhere there’s VHS tape of them running around a three-year-old’s birthday party together, but it was a chance New Year’s bash at 16 that bonded them for life. “I think consistency is the thing that I’ve always appreciated about Riley,” Kravitz says. “No matter what situation we’re in, no matter what crowd we’re in, she’s the same person. I’ve never questioned her integrity.” Then a laugh. “She’s definitely got this crazy little demon inside of her that likes to just…I mean, give her a couple tequilas, and she is rowdy!”
+
+I relay all this to Keough, and she erupts with laughter. “I don’t think the wildness exists in the same way now,” she says. “I don’t really drink anymore, but definitely in my late teens into my mid-20s, I was an adventurer. Now I’m a bit of a granny.”
+
+Johnson met Keough in an In-N-Out parking lot when they were 16. “It was like finding a soulmate,” Johnson tells me. Her own parents, Don Johnson and Melanie Griffith, were on the cover of *People* when she was newly conceived, the cover line blaring, THEY’RE PREGGERS! “When I met her, I felt this thing that is so impossible to articulate, growing up in a famous family,” Johnson continues. “There was this solidarity. Understanding. We would just smoke cigarettes with our moms. And they’d call each other and be like, ‘I guess she’s going to stay with you for the next four days. Call me if she needs a ride.’ I’d go to Riley’s and then leave a week later. I don’t know if that’s normal, but, yeah, just running around LA, sharing clothes, smelling like Nag Champa. Most of it involved music festivals and dating musicians, of course.” Seeing her old friend in *Daisy Jones & the Six*? “It all tracks.”
+
+Since the Emmy-nominated series debuted this year, Keough has been almost frustratingly humble about her singing voice, saying she sang softly here and there when she was growing up but not much more. Johnson, it turns out, has a better memory. “When we were 19, we started a joke band called Folky Porn,” she says. “Riley and I both had blond hair. We were hiding out in New York after breakups. We would do three-part harmonies with my brother, Alexander, on Hank Williams songs and John Prine songs, and we’d film them on Photo Booth. Thousands and thousands of takes.”
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+I relay all this to Keough too, and she’s thrilled to be reminded of her teenage pipe dream.
+
+“Oh my goodness, Dakota *did* discover me,” she says. “I’ve been lying to the world! I *was* in a band!”
+
+I ask Keough if she’d rather go on tour with The Six or Folky Porn.
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+“Don’t ask me those kinds of questions,” she protests, laughing. “It’s very controversial—but I would rather go on tour with Folky Porn.”
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+Dress, bra, and briefs by **Gucci;** shoes by **Gianvito Rossi;** ring by **Bulgari.**Photograph by Mario Sorrenti; Styled by Nicola Formichetti.
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+**Keough snagged her** first professional acting job in *The Runaways,* a biopic about the ’70s band with Stewart as Joan Jett. “She was kind of this elusive figure on set because she was with us so briefly, but she comes with a baked-in, unavoidable gravitas,” Stewart tells me. “She’s Elvis’s grandkid, so obviously we were curious about her. Do you know what I mean? And she was really, really—and I mean this affectionately—painfully shy.”
+
+In her early 20s, Keough self-taped an audition for a scene-stealing role as a stripper in Steven Soderbergh’s *Magic Mike.* The director not only cast her but worked with her on two subsequent projects as well, *Logan Lucky* and *The Girlfriend Experience,* the latter earning her a Golden Globe nomination. “The most surprising thing about Riley is her complete fearlessness in performing,” Soderbergh says. “She protects nothing. Whatever her process is—and she must have a process, you don’t just roll up with stuff this great—she wouldn’t dream of burdening anyone with it. I mean, I can’t find anything wrong with her.” Stewart seconds this: “She’s the best thing in everything she’s done. Because she’s not acting. She’s a solid sender. She’s always being honest, and that’s a vulnerable place to put yourself. And I don’t mean that to belittle any project, but there are some actors that just can’t do anything uninteresting.”
+
+Keough met the Australian stuntman and actor Ben Smith-Petersen in 2013 while making *Mad Max: Fury Road,* and later they road-tripped to Byron Bay. “I remember it so vividly, I just knew that we were going to have kids,” Keough says. “It was, in hindsight, very strange. I didn’t know how we’d get there, but we did.”
+
+The couple married in 2015. Both Keough and Stewart still light up at the memory of the bachelorette trip to central California’s oasis of kitsch, the Madonna Inn.
+
+“We’re really good at hotel-room hangs,” Stewart tells me. “We’ve never been kicked out of a hotel, though. That’s saying something.”
+
+“We were listening to Spice Girls, the Backstreet Boys, and TLC,” says Keough. “The rooms were pink and glittery. We wore penis headbands.”
+
+“We ate dinner in the weird little restaurant and were too loud,” says Stewart.
+
+“There’s a really unflattering paparazzi picture of us hungover the next morning, forever on the internet,” says Keough. “It’s my most fun memory.” (Google her name and “bachelorette party”: The photo looks like a poster for a heist film.)
+
+Bracelet by **Van Cleef & Arpels.**Photograph by Mario Sorrenti; Styled by Nicola Formichetti.
+
+Back in Switzerland, the sun is setting, and Keough has wrapped herself in a sweater. We’re so many hours ahead of LA that, when we started talking inside, the only birthday wishes she’d gotten were automatic emails from her doctor’s and dentist’s offices. Ever since we sat in the grass, though, her phone has been singing with alerts from friends.
+
+Keough smiles. “Oh my God, so many texts, I must be special,” she jokes.
+
+We say goodbye for the day in the lobby. As Keough slips away to join her husband and daughter, the pianist, in all seriousness, starts playing “Can’t Help Falling in Love.”
+
+Too late. Riley has left the building.
+
+**The world first** discovered that Keough and her husband had welcomed a daughter at Lisa Marie’s funeral at Graceland in January. Keough wrote a eulogy but was too overcome to deliver it, so her husband read it for her. It included these lines: “I hope I can love my daughter the way you loved me, the way you loved my brother and my sisters. Thank you for giving me strength, my heart, my empathy, my courage, my sense of humor, my manners, my temper, my wildness, my tenacity. I’m a product of your heart.”
+
+On a hot June afternoon, Keough hugs me hello outside the unassuming ’70s tract house that she and Smith-Petersen have been renting at the end of a cul-de-sac in Calabasas. “Don’t judge, this isn’t my aesthetic,” she says. “After my mom died, I needed to be close to my sisters. There were only three houses available out here, so we just moved in. We were stuck.”
+
+The family’s moving to a more private place tomorrow—even now, there’s a paparazzo parked at the end of the street—and Smith-Petersen is packing boxes in the garage. The family will still be close to Keough’s 14-year-old half sisters, Harper and Finley Lockwood, which is imperative: Luhrmann remembers Keough at Lisa Marie’s funeral “physically holding the twins as people filed past in the garden.”
+
+I ask if the new place is her ideal home.
+
+“No, but I love suburbia,” she says. “This is my dream: normalcy. I’m happy out here.”
+
+Keough ushers me inside and, over the barking of the family’s dogs, Zushi and Grubs, I hear an infant’s cry.
+
+“Hi, baby,” she says. Then to me: “This is Tupelo.”
+
+Tupelo Storm Smith-Petersen arrived via surrogate in August 2022. Keough says of surrogacy, “I think it’s a very cool, selfless, and incredible act that these women do to help other people. I can carry children, but it felt like the best choice for what I had going on physically with the autoimmune stuff.” As for her daughter’s name: Tupelo, of course, was the King of Rock and Roll’s birthplace in Mississippi. “It’s funny because we picked her name before the Elvis movie,” Keough says. “I was like, ‘This is great because it’s not really a well-known word or name in relation to my family—it’s not like Memphis or something.” A big laugh at her naivete. “Then when the Elvis movie came out, it was like, Tupelo this and Tupelo that. I was like, ‘Oh, no.’ But it’s fine.”
+
+Her daughter’s middle name is a tribute to her late brother, Benjamin Storm Keough, who died when he was 27.
+
+Gown by **Nili Lotan;** ring (right ring finger) by **Van Cleef & Arpels.**Photograph by Mario Sorrenti; Styled by Nicola Formichetti.
+
+Keough reaches into a playpen and picks up her 10-month-old girl. There’s no question who the father is. “She’s literally like someone shrunk my husband and that’s our baby,” Keough says. Then softly, she lets me in on a secret: “I’ll show you where *I* am.” She turns Tupelo so the back of her head faces me. “This curl right here.” Keough smiles and tugs gently on a blond tendril at the nape of the baby’s neck. I also see Keough in Tupelo’s eyes and smile.
+
+Keough tries to hand the baby to her sitter, but Tupelo wants Mama, so the three of us make our way to the backyard, where a wooden bench overlooks a man-made lake. Tupelo coos in her mother’s lap and plays with my sunglasses.
+
+“This is the thing in my life so far that I have really wanted to, quote-unquote, get right,” Keough says. “I don’t think you ever can be a perfect parent, but I would like to be the best mom for her that I can be. That’s.…” Keough pauses for a long, long time. “Very important to me.” I hear echoes in this of her eulogy for her mom: “I’m certain I chose the best mother for me in this world, and I knew that as far back as I can remember you.”
+
+Later, when Tupelo is napping and the California sun is bearing down, Keough sits in a lounge chair in a white tank top, yellow bikini bottom, and straw sun hat. She has sunglasses perched on the tip of her nose, and she’s eating a red apple. After 15 days of treatment in Switzerland, she’s feeling better. It’s the first thing she’s tried that’s worked.
+
+Since we last met, Keough’s settlement with her grandmother has been made public. In return for becoming the sole trustee of Lisa Marie’s estate, Keough will reportedly pay Priscilla a million dollars and cover $400,000 in legal fees.
+
+Her lawyer has said Keough wouldn’t have settled if she wasn’t happy.
+
+“Mm-hmm,” she says. She knew these questions were coming. She takes a breath. “When my mom passed, there was a lot of chaos in every aspect of our lives. Everything felt like the carpet had been ripped out and the floor had melted from under us. Everyone was in a bit of a panic to understand how we move forward, and it just took a minute to understand the details of the situation, because it’s complicated. We are a family, but there’s also a huge business side of our family. So I think that there was clarity that needed to be had.”
+
+And clarity’s been had?
+
+She smiles: “Clarity has been had.”
+
+Are things with Grandma happy?
+
+“Things with Grandma will be happy,” Keough says. “They’ve never not been happy.” She pauses to assemble her thoughts. “I’m trying to think of a way to answer it that’s not a 20-minute conversation.” Another long pause. “There was a bit of upheaval, but now everything’s going to be how it was. She’s a beautiful woman, and she was a huge part of creating my grandfather’s legacy and Graceland. It’s very important to her. He was the love of her life. Anything that would suggest otherwise in the press makes me sad because, at the end of the day, all she wants is to love and protect Graceland and the Presley family and the legacy. That’s her whole life. So it’s a big responsibility she has tried to take on. None of that stuff has really ever been a part of our relationship prior. She’s just been my grandma.”
+
+There have been conflicting reports online about whether Priscilla will be allowed to be buried at Graceland one day.
+
+“I don’t know why she wouldn’t be buried at Graceland,” says Keough. “I don’t understand what the drama in the news was about. Yeah. If she *wants* to be, of course. Sharing Graceland with the world was her idea from the start.” She pauses and swallows. “I always *had* positive and beautiful memories and association with Graceland. Now, a lot of my family’s buried there, so it’s a place of great sadness at this point in my life.”
+
+One of those people is her younger brother.
+
+“He, in a lot of ways, felt like my twin,” Keough says. “We were very connected and very similar. He was much quicker and wittier and a little smarter than me.” She musters a laugh. “He was a very special soul.” After Benjamin’s death, Riley moved in with her mother for six months. “After that, I would still sleep at her house like two or three times a week. She wanted us there. If it was up to her, I would have lived there full-time.”
+
+Keough saw her mother at a party for *Elvis* a day after the Golden Globes this year. “We had dinner,” she says. “That was the last time I saw her. I remember thinking about how beautiful she looked, and that was my strongest memory of the dinner.”
+
+When Keough addresses the accumulated tragedies head-on, the sentences come in pieces: “I have been through a great deal of pain and I’ve had my.… Parts of me have died and I’ve felt like my heart has exploded, but I also feel.… I’m trying to think of how to phrase this.… I have strengthened the qualities that have come about through adversity.”
+
+I ask her what she wants people to remember about her mother.
+
+She sighs, then smiles.
+
+“Oh my gosh,” she says, “I think it would take hours and hours to summarize her, but she was really one of a kind.” She lets out another of those booming laughs that seem too big for her body. “She was just so unapologetically herself in every circumstance, and so strong.” Here, the sentences start coming in pieces again. “The life she had was not easy, and the treachery she endured and the lack of real love and real friends.… She definitely had some great friends and relationships in her life, but I don’t think she really ever had.… People were just coming for her since she was born—wanting something from her and not being totally authentic. She had to develop very thick skin. She was a very powerful presence and extremely loving and extremely loyal and sort of a lioness—a fierce woman, and a really wonderful mother. I think that would be my summary because I’m her daughter. She was the best mom.”
+
+She stops for a moment. “When I lost my brother, there was no road map whatsoever, and it was a lot of big emotions that I didn’t know what to do with,” she says. “When I lost my mom, I was familiar with the process a little bit more, and I found working to be really helpful. I find it triggering when people say happiness is a choice, but in that moment, I did feel like there was a choice in front of me to give up and let this event take me out or have the courage to work through it. I started trying to move through it and not let it take me out.”
+
+Keough clearly poured a lot of herself into Daisy Jones. “This was one of those career-making moments and it was *in her,*” Witherspoon says. “She was willing to go there and really share a lot of her deep personal experiences with an audience. Especially if you get to episodes 8, 9, 10, you start to see this woman unraveling in a way that is so real and visceral and terrifying. She went there, despite everything that’s been going on in her life.”
+
+Skirt by **Prada;** necklace by **Van Cleef & Arpels.** Throughout: hair products by **Oribe;** makeup products by **Clé de Peau Beauté** and **Loveseen;** nail enamel by **Chanel Le Vernis.**Photograph by Mario Sorrenti; Styled by Nicola Formichetti.
+
+**The last time** I see Keough is a Thursday night in downtown LA, at a concert by her friend Blake Mills, the singer-songwriter responsible for most of the music on *Daisy Jones.* Ever the workaholic, Keough is carrying a tote bag with the dress, heels, and jewelry she just wore to a Jaeger-LeCoultre store opening across town. She changed into jeans and a white T-shirt in the car. I ask how her family’s move went, and she tells me it’s been postponed because the new place is still being painted. She’s upbeat nonetheless. “I like moving,” she says. “You can get rid of stuff.”
+
+Seats have been reserved for Keough, but she’d rather be close to the front, so we thread through the crowd, and soon her husband joins us. It’s a small venue—a former Presbyterian church—and the AC is broken. Still, Keough is the concertgoer I wish I could be: hanging on every word, swaying with the music, totally present. Every so often a lyric seems to hit home and she shares a loving glance with her husband.
+
+By 9 p.m., Keough is starving, so she times a Postmates delivery to eat outside during intermission. (*My parents said when I was little, I was very much trying to organize things and make things happen.*) Keough had hoped for Goop Kitchen but it was closed, so—there’s no pretending this isn’t an LA story—she went with Erewhon. Unfortunately, they forgot utensils. Keough laughs: “I guess I’m eating vegan lasagna with my hands.” The three of us sit on the steps outside the former church, and she does. A night out is rare for the new parents. They’re morning people who are usually in bed at nine. Neither can remember their last concert.
+
+Back inside, we listen to Mills until close to midnight. We’re all fading, but Keough isn’t ready to leave. “One more song,” she tells me, eyeing the clock. She leans into her husband’s body, her eyes never leaving the stage, the smile never leaving her face. Mills introduces “By Myself” from *Daisy Jones.* “This song was sung by Riley Keough,” he says. It’s a ballad about turbulence and self-reliance, among other things, comparing life to a “wind rough sea.” When it’s over, Keough says, “I think that’s a good one to end on.”
+
+Outside, she hugs me goodbye and takes her husband’s hand. They walk off into the night toward their car, which they’ve parked on the street like everybody else.
+
+There’s a line at the end of *Daisy Jones:* “The chosen ones never know they are chosen.” At her home in Calabasas, I asked Keough what she thought of it, and she joked about how she knew some chosen ones who definitely think they *deserved* to be chosen. Then she stopped deflecting. “I think I’ve certainly been chosen for some wonderful things and chosen for some horrible things too,” she said. “I am aware that I have been through a lot of very crazy things, but I don’t feel like a victim. I don’t feel like poor Riley.”
+
+Keough said this next part offhandedly, but it says a lot about her humility and her quest for normalcy even as the world watches.
+
+“I also don’t really feel chosen.”
+
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+# The Inheritance Case That Could Unravel an Art Dynasty
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+Credit...Photo illustration by Joan Wong
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+The Great Read
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+How a widow’s legal fight against the Wildenstein family of France has threatened their storied collection — and revealed the underbelly of the global art market.
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+Credit...Photo illustration by Joan Wong
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+-   Aug. 23, 2023
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+Twenty years ago, a glamorous platinum-blond widow arrived at the Paris law office of Claude Dumont Beghi in tears. Someone was trying to take her horses — her “babies” — away, and she needed a lawyer to stop them.
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+### Listen to This Article
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+She explained that her late husband was a breeder of champion thoroughbreds. The couple was a familiar sight at the racetracks in Chantilly and Paris: Daniel Wildenstein, gray-suited with a cane in the stands, and Sylvia Roth Wildenstein, a former model with a cigarette dangling from her lips. They first met in 1964, while she was walking couture shows in Paris and he was languishing in a marriage of convenience to a woman from another wealthy Jewish family of art collectors. Daniel, 16 years Sylvia’s senior, already had two grown sons when they met, and he didn’t want more children. So over the next 40 years they spent together, Sylvia cared for the horses as if they were the children she never had. When Daniel died of cancer in 2001, he left her a small stable.
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+Then, one morning about a year later, Sylvia’s phone rang. It was her horse trainer calling to say that he had spotted something odd in the local racing paper, Paris Turf: The results of Sylvia’s stable were no longer listed under her name. The French journalist Magali Serre’s 2013 book “Les Wildenstein” recounts the scene in great detail: Sylvia ran to fetch her copy and flipped to the page. Sure enough, the stable of “Madame Wildenstein” had been replaced by “Dayton Limited,” an Irish company owned by her stepsons. That’s when she called Dumont Beghi.
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+To the lawyer’s surprise, Sylvia showed up to their meeting with no proof of ownership for the horses and no information on her late husband’s estate. “She didn’t have any — any — documents at all,” Dumont Beghi says. Sylvia mentioned that she signed some papers shortly after her husband’s death, but she didn’t know what they said, nor did she have copies. “I put that in the corner of my mind,” Dumont Beghi says.
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+Why would a widow draped in diamonds and furs have no records from her wealthy husband’s estate? Dumont Beghi got the feeling there was more going on than a dispute over horses. But she went ahead and gave Sylvia the good news: She could simply decline to transfer the horses to her stepsons. Dumont Beghi sent a letter, halting the transaction.
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+Dumont Beghi recalls an almost instant kinship with Sylvia, who discovered that they were both Scorpios and lived in the same building complex in the posh 16th Arrondissement. After Dumont Beghi saved her horses, Sylvia trusted her completely, and she began to explain to Dumont Beghi the complexity of the situation. Daniel had fallen into a coma for 10 days before he died, and while he was under, his sons, Alec and Guy, showed up at the hospital along with lawyers from Switzerland, the United States and France. She recounted how, a few weeks after the funeral, her driver took her to the family’s 18th-century *hôtel particulier*, which housed an art research center, the Wildenstein Institute. Her stepsons told her she needed to hear something important. They had reviewed their father’s estate and discovered that he died in financial ruin. As his next of kin, Sylvia was about to inherit debts so large they would ruin her too.
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+Image
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+![Sylvia Roth Wildenstein and Daniel Wildenstein in 2001.](https://static01.nyt.com/images/2023/08/27/magazine/27mag-wildenstein-11/27mag-wildenstein-11-articleLarge.jpg?quality=75&auto=webp&disable=upscale)
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+Credit...Chip Hires/Gamma-Rapho, via Getty Images
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+Sylvia was stunned. She had never heard anything about money troubles from her husband. For 40 years, she had lived with chefs and chauffeurs, in at least five homes on three continents. But what did she know? She never signed the checks. Daniel, intellectual and rigid, ran the business, while Sylvia, who was light and cheerful, played the nurturer in the family. She was known to dote on Alec and Guy’s six children, whom she considered her grandkids. She trusted her stepsons completely, so when they told her that she must renounce her inheritance at once or face “catastrophe,” she didn’t blink. “I signed all the papers they presented to me. I signed, signed, signed” — even the ones written in Japanese, she later told Serre. They promised to take care of her financially and even offered to pay her 30,000 euros a month out of their own pockets. Sylvia was grateful.
+
+But then, over the next few months, the reality of what she had done set in. Sylvia told Dumont Beghi how movers came to her apartment and took a beloved Pierre Bonnard painting off the wall. Then they came back for the furniture, because, she was told, it belonged to her husband’s business, which was now run by his sons. A letter came notifying her that Daniel’s 69 thoroughbreds were now owned by Guy and Alec’s stable. Her household staff stopped being paid. Soon, her stepsons told her she would have to move from her home on Avenue Montaigne to another apartment. (Alec died in 2008; Guy declined a request for an interview, though a representative answered some questions provided by The Times.)
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+Image
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+Credit...Photo illustration by Joan Wong
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+She stopped receiving invitations to celebrate holidays and birthdays at the family’s ranch in Kenya or their castle in France. Guy shipped back her clothes and belongings from their British Virgin Islands compound, where she had vacationed for years with Daniel and their chef and pastry chef. As Sylvia spoke, two things became increasingly apparent to Dumont Beghi: One, Sylvia had renounced her inheritance. “She had no freedom.” she says, and “no proof. Not a shred of evidence.” No bank account, no income, no independence. It was as if “she died at the same time as her husband,” Dumont Beghi says.
+
+The other thing that struck her was that the Wildensteins were more than merely rich.
+
+“When she first came to me, I didn’t know anything about the family,” Dumont Beghi told me when I visited her this past winter at her office in Paris. To my left, a bronze bust of a panther stared from a pedestal at eye level. Behind her glass desk hung a print of a leopard prowling in a tree. Dumont Beghi is also the personal attorney for President Ali Bongo Ondimba of Gabon, who is widely considered a strongman, and often describes herself as a lone warrior woman in a jungle of male adversaries. She had never heard of the Wildenstein dynasty of art dealers. In fact, outside elite niches of the art world, few had, which was how Daniel wanted it. Dumont Beghi was about to find out why.
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+Credit...Joel Saget/Agence France-Presse — Getty Images
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+First, she drew up a list of known assets, which soon zigzagged into a chart of far-flung bank accounts, trusts and shell corporations. Over the course of several years, she would fly around the world to tax havens and free ports, prying open the armored vaults and anonymous accounts that mask many of the high-end transactions in the $68 billion global art market. Multimillion-dollar paintings can anonymously trade hands without, for example, any of the requisite titles or deeds of real estate transactions or the public disclosures required on Wall Street. She would learn that the inscrutability of the trade has made it a leading conduit for sanction-evading oligarchs and other billionaires looking to launder excess capital. The Wildensteins were not just masters of this system — they helped pioneer it.
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+Over 150 years, the family has amassed an art collection estimated to be worth billions by quietly buying up troves of European masterpieces that would be at home in the Louvre or the Vatican, holding their stock for generations and never revealing what they own. When Sylvia realized the magnitude of her stepsons’ deception, she devoted the rest of her life to unraveling the family’s financial machinations, and even left a will asking that Dumont Beghi continue her fight from beyond the grave.
+
+Sylvia and her lawyer were never able to win the settlement they thought she deserved while she was alive. From the start, in 2004, a judge rejected Dumont Beghi’s attempt to cancel Sylvia’s renunciation of the inheritance; a few years later, a court rejected a subsequent claim that she was entitled to €450 million worth of art and assets, a figure the judge called “pharaonic.” The representative for Guy notes that, early on, Sylvia was awarded approximately €15 million, based on the value of Daniel’s French estate. “Dumont Beghi continued to litigate for several years, seeking to have certain trusts settled by Daniel Wildenstein included in the estate,” the representative says. “During this protracted litigation, Dumont Beghi made numerous, unsubstantiated allegations, but the court ultimately ruled against her client.”
+
+Now, more than a decade after Sylvia’s death, their efforts have landed the Wildensteins before France’s highest court. The evidence she and Dumont Beghi brought forth has persuaded prosecutors that the Wildensteins are a criminal enterprise, responsible for operating, as a prosecutor for the state once put it, “the longest and the most sophisticated tax fraud” in modern French history.
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+Image
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+Credit...Helmut Newton, via Helmut Newton Foundation/Trunk Archive
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+A trial this September will determine if the family and their associates owe a gargantuan tax bill. The last time prosecutors went after the Wildensteins, several years ago, they sought €866 million — €616 million in back taxes and a €250 million fine, as well as jail time for Guy. The consequences could do more than topple the family’s art empire. The case has provided an unusual view of how the ultrawealthy use the art market to evade taxes, and sometimes worse. Agents raiding Wildenstein vaults have turned up artworks long reported as missing, which fueled speculation that the family may have owned Nazi-looted or otherwise stolen art, and spurred a number of other lawsuits against the family in recent years. Financial distortions have saved the family hundreds of millions of dollars, prosecutors allege, but their treatment of Sylvia could cost them far more — and perhaps lead to the unraveling of their dynasty.
+
+**In order to** prove that Alec and Guy misled Sylvia about her husband’s estate, Dumont Beghi first needed to know what assets they did report. But because Sylvia had renounced her inheritance, she didn’t even have a right to that information. “Every deed, every bank statement, every inventory item in the estate and every document related to the succession of Daniel Wildenstein is in the hands of Guy and Alec,” Dumont Beghi says, and they did not intend to turn them over.
+
+Dumont Beghi’s first step, then, was to ask a court to nullify the agreement Sylvia signed giving up her inheritance. Only then could she access details about Daniel’s estate. Fortunately, she had a compelling precedent to show the judge. Sylvia wasn’t the first wife the Wildensteins had tried to cut off by pleading poverty: Jocelyne Wildenstein, Alec’s first wife, was similarly cut out of the family’s fortune during her 1999 divorce, with Alec claiming he was an unpaid personal assistant to his father. Documents revealed at court in New York — where the couple primarily lived — valued the family’s art collection at about $10 billion. The judge in the case said that Alec’s income statement “insults the intelligence of the court”; he settled for a rumored $3.8 billion — which would be the largest divorce settlement in New York history. (Jocelyne denies that the settlement was $3.8 billion but did concede that it was “huge.”)
+
+Dumont Beghi argued that if the family was worth billions then, there was reason to doubt that Daniel, who orchestrated the deal between Alec and Jocelyne, died in ruinous debt just two years later. The French court ordered Guy and Alec to hand over the declaration of Daniel’s estate. It included some properties in France, a few cars, paintings and bank accounts, altogether totaling €42 million. Dumont Beghi didn’t believe that figure was anywhere near the estate’s true value, but still, “It’s not nothing, for someone who died broke.” And it showed, Dumont Beghi concluded, that Sylvia had renounced her inheritance under false pretenses.
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+Dumont Beghi’s next move was to get her hands on Daniel’s medical records. She learned that he spent his final days in an unresponsive, vegetative coma — and yet apparently signed a contract selling his 69 thoroughbreds (including Sylvia’s) to his sons for a bargain price. In 2005, a court granted Sylvia’s request to nullify her renunciation. It was only the beginning of what Dumont Beghi has called her international “treasure hunt” for every stashed masterpiece, undeclared property and offshore account left out of Daniel’s estate.
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+Her next order of business was to locate Sylvia’s beloved Bonnard nude, a gift from Daniel that his sons had removed from her wall. Dumont Beghi knew it was included in a trust that Daniel had set up for his wife in the Bahamas, but when she asked the trustee for information about its contents, management and regulations, she received no response.
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+Dumont Beghi decided to do her own research on Daniel’s collection of Bonnards. She learned from his memoir, “Marchands d’Art,” published two years before his death, that he considered their acquisition “the biggest coup” of his life. When Bonnard died in 1947, he left behind an enormous estate of some 700 paintings and thousands of drawings. Daniel learned that all of it was set to be inherited by three estranged nieces-in-law of the artist, and it gave him an idea. He approached another Bonnard relative who Daniel believed could also lay claim to the estate and told the man he would pay him $1 million to buy his inheritance rights. Then he armed the man with a “battalion” of lawyers to fight on his behalf.
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+After more than a decade in court, Daniel walked away with nearly 500 paintings; the nieces were left with just 25. (Daniel promised them some more to prevent further litigation.) In his memoir, Daniel revealed that he still owned 180 Bonnard paintings — and not just any Bonnards but “the most beautiful. The most magnificent.” He added that the great Bonnards were worth between $5 million and $7 million each. (Today they can sell for twice that.)
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+Dumont Beghi flew to the Bahamas to find out what other paintings by the artist Daniel may have left for Sylvia. She received a court order to open up the trust and found that Daniel had bequeathed no fewer than 19 Bonnards to her client. Though the trust was nominally in the Bahamas, the Bonnards were being held at the Geneva free port, a prisonlike complex of high-security storage facilities that is said to contain more art than the Louvre.
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+Independent of any national jurisdiction, free ports allow traders to ship and store property without paying taxes or customs duties. If a dealer buys a painting in one country, he can ship it to a free port without paying import taxes; then, when he is offered the right price, he can sell it there too, without paying capital gains. It has been estimated that $100 billion worth of art and collectibles are held in the Geneva free port alone, to say nothing of those in Zurich, Luxembourg, Singapore, Monaco, Delaware or Beijing.
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+Dumont Beghi flew to the Geneva free port, which is the size of 22 soccer fields, along with an appraiser to examine the Bonnards in person. Bonnard is “light,” Daniel wrote of his favorite artist, who is known above all for his radiant use of color. But when Dumont Beghi descended two flights down into the gloomy bunker, she found the paintings locked behind an armored door, including Sylvia’s “Pink Nude in the Bath,” its warm glow extinguished in the dark.
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+An acquaintance in the art world explained to Dumont Beghi that hundreds, if not thousands, of Wildenstein works are held in museums, but that the labels often identify their owners simply as “private collection.” So she wrote to the major museums — the Louvre, the Hermitage, the Prado — to ask whether Daniel Wildenstein ever lent or donated works to them. Surprisingly, she says, a few wrote back. The National Gallery in London told her that Daniel lent it valuable paintings by Poussin and Boucher. The Prado had recently bought a Velázquez portrait from Wildenstein & Co Inc. for €23 million.
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+Then Dumont Beghi made perhaps the most important stop of her tour: the Metropolitan Museum of Art, where she stood before a painting she loved, Caravaggio’s late masterpiece “The Lute Player,” labeled on loan from a “private collection.” She searched the New York State Department’s records to see whether Wildenstein & Co. had ever borrowed money using works in its collection as collateral. Dozens of names were listed — Cézanne, David, Degas, Manet, Monet, Matisse, Rembrandt, Picasso and Rodin among them. And then there it was: “The Lute Player,” valued at upward of $100 million.
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+At that point she realized, “The company is titanic.”
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+**“In my family,** we have elevated discretion to the level of muteness,” Daniel wrote in his memoir. “We do not speak. We don’t tell. We don’t talk about *one another*.”
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+This code of omertà has been the governing principle of the Wildenstein art dynasty since its founding five generations ago. A dealer “is not allowed to talk about his stock,” Daniel said. “Why? Because it’s the stuff of dreams. Every art dealer must maintain the illusion of the masterpieces he owns or does not own.” Many believed that his grandfather, the founding patriarch Nathan Wildenstein, for example, owned 10 Vermeers; he actually had just one. No one knows today whether the family still owns it, and that question is meaningful to art history. Experts believe Vermeer made about three dozen paintings in his life, and as many as nine could be missing.
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+A tailor from Alsace, Nathan had no training in art when, in the 1870s, a client asked him to sell some artwork she owned. He “holed himself up in the Louvre” for 10 days, according to Daniel, and came out a believer. He sold the art and used the 1,000 francs he earned to buy two more pictures, by the Rococo artists François Boucher and Maurice-Quentin de La Tour, which he resold. At the time, Nathan could afford 17th- and 18th-century French art because no one else wanted it, so he amassed passé — but to his eye, beautiful — paintings. He began dressing in embroidered waistcoats and top hats to pitch collectors and critics.
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+Soon Nathan was selling his taste to Rothschilds and Rockefellers, in Europe and the United States. While Nathan was grooming his young grandson to enter the family business, he took him to see a silent film about a man who wore a hat that everyone initially mocked; by the end of the movie, the whole town was wearing one. Nathan explained to Daniel that this was their family’s calling: “Find the guy’s hat and wear it before the others.” For Nathan, that hat was French art of the 18th century: Fragonard, Watteau, David. These are now among the most famous names in art history, but at the time they were synonymous with the French Revolution and the aristocrats it overthrew — a period the public wanted to put behind them, especially as they began to embrace the avant-garde era of Impressionism.
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+In 1905, Nathan bought an *hôtel particulier* in the center of Paris to house Wildenstein & Co. He expanded into Renaissance art and Impressionism and, when his son, Georges — Daniel’s father — was old enough to join the business, a bit of Modernism. Nathan bought a space down the street for Georges and his friend Paul Rosenberg to set up a small operation. The pair gave two of its floors to Picasso, whom they agreed, in 1918, to pay a generous salary in exchange for first pick of the artist’s works. Georges installed a red telephone in his office that had two direct lines: one connected to Rosenberg, the other to Picasso’s studio.
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+Upon Nathan’s death in 1934, Georges steered the family into an era of unprecedented prosperity by building an infrastructure around his artists’ markets. He organized exhibitions, edited an art journal and published definitive catalogs of works by artists in his inventory — Ingres, Fragonard, Chardin. (Daniel would later do the same with Monet, Manet and Gauguin.) The books were well respected and helped market their artists to museums. They also gave the family final say over authentication questions. Today anyone who thinks he or she owns a Monet that’s not in the Wildenstein book needs a nonprofit co-founded by Guy to sign off on it. (When the [Wildenstein Institute handled the authentications directly, it developed a reputation](https://www.bbc.com/news/entertainment-arts-13785393) for being unaccommodating.)
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+But Georges’s ruthless instincts also contributed to the “dark aura,” as one dealer put it, that would come to surround the Wildenstein name. Hitler’s personal curator told an Allied intelligence agent in an interrogation after the war that Georges did brisk business with the Nazis after fleeing to Provence, in the unoccupied zone. Once there, he helped the Germans locate important collections in occupied France in exchange for sparing his own. Profits from his newly “aryanized” gallery in Paris were said to be sent to New York, where he had opened a branch. (The representative for Guy denies this.)
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+Other art-dealing dynasties have since sprung up in the Wildenstein mold. They buy up huge quantities of blue-chip art and store it for years, until they effectively corner their own niches of the market and control the prices. The billionaire Nahmad brothers and their sons, based among London, New York and Monaco, reportedly bought more works by Picasso than any other family in the world (except the Picassos) and, for the most part, have locked them up in the Geneva free port for years while they accumulate value. The Mugrabi family of Pop Art dealer-collectors, led by its patriarch, Jose Mugrabi, and his two sons, have done the same with Andy Warhol, stockpiling some 1,000 works by the artist and keeping prices high by bidding his art up at auction, even if they don’t intend to buy. (The Mugrabi family did not respond to a request for comment.)
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+Those who complain that the art market today operates more like the stock market often blame these families, who shifted a value system once driven by connoisseurship to one based on the law of scarcity. (“Monet and Picasso are like Microsoft and Coca-Cola,” David Nahmad once said.) Their dominance derives from the fact that they’re family firms, bolstered by internal secrecy, pride and lifetimes of experience. As the Wildensteins proved, families can be structured like corporations, where the profit principle governs even relationships and succession plans. The few people who seem capable of undoing them are themselves. For the Wildensteins, the weight of the family legacy seems to have cracked the younger generations.
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+Even though Daniel described Georges as a “bad father,” he parented his own children in similarly severe ways. He enforced his father’s business tactics — extreme secrecy, consolidation of wealth in the bloodline — as laws of family life, too. Daniel tried to seclude his two children, Alec and Guy, at home and unmarried, to protect the family from publicity and divorce. They lived as if in another era — the French 18th century — with opulent floral décor, heavy drapes and footmen who stood behind their chairs during meals. As children, Guy and Alec commuted to the Lycée Français de New York by limousine, and they rarely had a play date. Alec was forbidden to play sports and attend university, Guy was prevented from pursuing acting and both were required to learn their father’s trade. Daniel was particularly strict with Alec, his elder son. According to a 1998 Vanity Fair article, he started taking Alec to brothels at age 15 in the hope that he would find prostitutes a satisfying alternative to a wife. When Alec defied his father and married Jocelyne, he did so secretly in Las Vegas with no guests. Eventually, Daniel’s sons and wives and children all lived together in his New York townhouse.
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+Those who know Daniel have said that he infantilized and humiliated his sons and that they’ve gone on to treat the women in their lives similarly. Guy, Sylvia believed, was jealous of Daniel and took it out on her; Alec blamed Jocelyne for the humiliating headlines generated by their divorce. (The New York Post dubbed her the “Bride of Wildenstein” for her apparently extensive plastic surgeries.) Alec, who wore bold pinstripe suits, was the flashier brother; Guy kept a lower profile but played on the Diables Bleus polo team with aristocratic friends, like the future King Charles III, the godfather of his eldest child. Colleagues remember that the brothers would sit quietly in meetings. Guy married a Swedish model named Kristina Hansson, who has never appeared in a tabloid. In fact, he once boasted that “hardly anyone knows what my wife looks like.” So when Daniel died in 2001, Guy was the clear successor to the family art empire, while Alec took over the horse business.
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+Guy, who is now 77, is the family’s patriarch and president of Wildenstein & Co. But mounting lawsuits and scandals have begun to drag him down. So far he has avoided any serious consequences — a fact some critics attribute to well-positioned friends like former President Nicolas Sarkozy or to the fortune at his disposal for defense counsel. But now that the family is on trial, Guy, it seems, may have taken the legacy of silence too far. The Wildenstein policy to preserve confidentiality at any cost may ultimately expose the family’s secrets.
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+**In 2009,** after a long string of setbacks, Dumont Beghi had a breakthrough. Over the years she had sent Liouba Wildenstein, Alec’s second wife, multiple summonses for information about the family’s assets. Unsurprisingly, she ignored them. But after Alec died of prostate cancer at age 67 in 2008, Liouba, a former model from Russia, found herself in trouble. According to Serre’s book, Alec owed €12 million in back taxes, and his father’s estate was still tied up in litigation with Sylvia. Guy offered to lend Liouba the money to help pay his brother’s debt — all she had to do in return was give him access to a trust Alec had set up for her, supposedly so Guy could reimburse himself later. But after the deal was done, Serre’s book recounts, Guy didn’t pay Liouba the millions he promised. He sent only small, sporadic sums — not enough to pay her tax bill or to live on. Liouba found herself in a situation much like Sylvia’s: cut out from the family, with no money and no recourse. (The representative for Guy says that he did issue the loan.)
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+That’s when Dumont Beghi’s phone rang. Liouba had finally decided to answer her third summons. She told me recently that she felt she had no choice but to take action: “Many women in the family had to fight for their rights,” she said. “The women want to be respected.” Twenty-four hours later, a lawyer would deliver Dumont Beghi dozens of documents that Liouba had found on Alec’s personal computer — contracts and letters about the family’s expansive network of offshore trusts — which would reveal what Dumont Beghi and Sylvia had long believed without being able to definitively prove.
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+The documents mapped how the Wildensteins had structured their patrimony, and hidden their wealth, for generations. Daniel’s estate, Dumont Beghi learned, included several hundred artworks — including the 180 Bonnards, hundreds of 16th- and 17th-century French paintings and dozens of works by old masters including Caravaggio, Velázquez and Fra Angelico. Then there was the real estate: multiple homes and buildings across France and the United States, the 58,000-acre ranch in Kenya and the 18-acre Virgin Islands compound. There was a Gulfstream IV jet, a yacht and the thoroughbred stable, which was registered to multiple intermediaries in England and Ireland. The art was held in shell companies and trusts in tax havens, including two previously unknown entities in the Cayman Islands and Guernsey. These were “operational structures specializing in tax evasion,” Dumont Beghi wrote, which also helped the family shield assets from divorce. (The representative for Guy disputes the accuracy of this recounting of the estate.)
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+According to Dumont Beghi, two trusts named Sylvia as a beneficiary, something Sylvia said she was unaware of. Also revealed was a letter from Guy and Alec’s Swiss lawyer seeking to remove Sylvia as beneficiary from one of the trusts. Investigators also discovered $250 million in art that Daniel had apparently ordered airlifted out of the United States while he was in his coma. (The representative for Guy denies that this is true, calling it “illogical.”)
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+Dumont Beghi rapidly began to issue new summonses and build an appeal for a review. But time was running out. Sylvia had been diagnosed with ovarian cancer, which was spreading. She was running out of resources, too. “I have no more money,” Serre recounted her saying. “This procedure has brought me to my knees.” She had paid more than €10 million in legal fees over the past eight years and had resorted to pawning her jewelry and relying on help from wealthy friends. In her final interview, she said of her stepsons, “They robbed me, and now they are waiting for me to die.”
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+Dumont Beghi continued on, believing that Sylvia was entitled to a settlement of $300 million. She filed a new criminal complaint against Guy and the heirs of Alec — his two children and Liouba — as well as their business associates, using the new information she had received. To her surprise, this time the government responded. The police raided the Wildenstein Institute and the family’s apartments on a court order to identify any assets that might have been concealed from Sylvia. In the basement, officers discovered vaults filled with hundreds of drawings, paintings and sculptures. Some of the frames were inscribed with swastikas.
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+Officers seized about 30 lost works by the likes of Degas and Berthe Morisot. Some had been reported [stolen by a Jewish family during the war,](https://archive.nytimes.com/query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage-9901E0D61E39F93AA35754C0A9679D8B63.html) and others were reported lost by families who had involved Daniel in the management of their estates. Guy pleaded ignorance: He never inspected that vault. And who could prove otherwise? The family took such pains to protect their inventory that no one knows what they really have, perhaps not even them. (The Wildensteins were cleared in one of the lost-painting suits; Guy has said that the Morisot may have been put there as a result of an oversight.)
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+Dumont Beghi’s involvement in the Wildenstein affair officially ended on Nov. 8, 2010, when she called Sylvia for the last time to wish her a happy 77th birthday. Five days later, Sylvia died at home in Paris. She was buried in the Wildenstein tomb next to her husband, but Guy had her maiden name, Roth, etched into the marble tombstone. Without a client, Dumont Beghi’s case was closed for good.
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+But the lawsuit was far from over for Guy, as the state picked up where Dumont Beghi left off. She had mapped for the government the global system through which the family moved money among nine companies registered in Ireland, four trusts on three islands, a handful of galleries and real estate companies and bank accounts in at least four countries, possibly depriving the French public of hundreds of millions of euros. In addition to the Swiss free port and the Paris vault, they had art in a nuclear bunker in the Catskills, a former fire station in New York and many other far-flung places. “I mean, there are pictures I have never seen that my great-grandfather bought,” [Alec told Vanity Fair in 1998.](https://www.vanityfair.com/magazine/1998/03/wildenstein199803) They were, he said, “in vaults and crazy places, in back of other things.”
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+**Over the next** decade, the Wildenstein tax case wound its way through the French courts. At the same time, public outrage over tax loopholes for the wealthy was growing, and the government passed what is popularly known as the Wildenstein law to crack down on tax evasion via foreign trusts. Still, the family won two controversial acquittals, [first in 2017](https://www.nytimes.com/2017/01/12/arts/design/guy-wildenstein-is-cleared-of-money-laundering-charges.html#:~:text=The%20French%20media%20had%20also,%2C%20Caravaggio%2C%20Poussin%20and%20Watteau) and then again in 2018.
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+But then, two years ago, France’s attorney general and tax authorities brought concerns about the decision to acquit the [Wildensteins of tax fraud and money laundering to the Court of Cassation,](https://news.artnet.com/art-world/stunning-reversal-frances-highest-court-commands-re-trial-wildenstein-family-dynasty-1935348) France’s highest civil and criminal court. The lead judge in the 2017 case had said that the family displayed a “clear intention” to hide their wealth, but the tribunal let them off because, at the time, foreign trusts fell into a legal gray area. In reopening the case, the Court of Cassation disagreed, saying the lower court “disregarded” the facts.
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+“It’s really uncommon,” Dumont Beghi says of the upcoming retrial. She believes the path to victory will be much tougher for Guy and his co-defendants this time. Prosecutors will argue that the Wildensteins were, in fact, required to report their foreign trusts at the time of Daniel’s death, and later Alec’s. They also contend that the trustees improperly took orders from the family in violation of the rules of irrevocable trusts, which must be independently managed.
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+The extreme lengths to which the family went to obscure their wealth led French media to dub them “the Impressionists of finance.” But in reality many of their practices are commonplace in high levels of the art trade, which a 2020 U.S. Senate subcommittee called the “largest legal, unregulated market.” Unlike financial institutions, art businesses are not expressly subject to the Bank Secrecy Act, which requires firms to verify customers’ identities, report large cash transactions and flag suspicious activity. A study from the U.S. Department of the Treasury last year cited a figure estimating that [money laundering and other financial crimes in the art market](https://home.treasury.gov/system/files/136/Treasury_Study_WoA.pdf) may amount to about $3 billion a year. (Britain and the European Union, however, have implemented anti-money-laundering regulations that require stricter due diligence in art transactions there.)
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+According to a report by Art Basel and UBS, [auction houses did about $31 billion in sales last year.](https://theartmarket.artbasel.com/) They say that they know who their clients are, but those may just be the names of art advisers or other intermediaries. And collectors’ insistence on anonymity, long framed as genteel discretion, hasn’t budged. The buyer of the most expensive artwork ever sold at auction, Leonardo da Vinci’s $450.3 million “Salvator Mundi,” registered at Christie’s a day before bidding with a $100 million down payment, identifying himself as one of 5,000 princes in Saudi Arabia. A few weeks later, it was revealed that the [true buyer was Crown Prince Mohammed bin Salman](https://www.nytimes.com/2017/12/07/world/middleeast/saudi-crown-prince-salvator-mundi.html) — who was reportedly displaying the painting on his superyacht — and that a little-known cousin of his bought it as a proxy. It was billed by Christie’s as the “last Leonardo da Vinci painting in private hands,” but it’s only the “last” Leonardo until someone reveals another one, like the Madonna and child the Wildensteins sold in 1999 to an anonymous collector, who is still believed to own it.
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+For a business that routinely transacts in secrecy jurisdictions, literally in the dark and underground, scarcity can be manufactured, and value is dictated by whatever someone is willing to pay. “A client’s privacy should be an art dealer’s primary concern,” Daniel wrote, calling it a matter of “respect.” But secrecy is also a core competitive advantage in a profession predicated on insider knowledge — a model the Wildensteins themselves relied on. The gallery kept a legendarily detailed directory of where every coveted painting in the world was located using intelligence sometimes gathered by spying on rival dealers — even, one competitor alleged, tapping phones. That system of ultra-insular knowledge and extreme scarcity is why, today, the dealers who bought “Salvator Mundi” for $1,175 at a New Orleans auction house were able to resell it for a reputed $80 million, and then, in the span of five years, see it flipped for $127.5 million to the collector who ultimately sold it to the Saudis for the record-breaking $450 million.
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+Younger dynasties like the Mugrabis and Nahmads have similarly been accused of strategically obscuring ownership of their assets to shield them from divorce or other legal claims. When a Frenchman accused the Nahmads of possessing a Modigliani painting, once estimated to be worth up to $25 million, that Nazis looted from his grandfather, they said it was owned by a company called International Art Center. A couple years later, the Panama Papers revealed that David Nahmad owns International Art Center, a holding company whose assets are stored in Geneva. (A representative for the Nahmad Collection says the case has “no merit.”)
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+“Many of these very wealthy families do sort of act like cartels,” says Christopher A. Marinello, a lawyer who recovers lost art. “We’re still dealing with these Nazi-looted-art cases because the art market hoped they would outlast the heirs.” The Wildensteins, too, he says, have handled “problematic” pictures, though none that he is currently pursuing are in their possession. Whenever he asks the family for information that might aid in his search for stolen pictures, they take a very long time to respond, he says, and are reluctant to provide information. “They’re just looking the other way,” he says. “It’s just this unwillingness to lift a finger and do anything.”
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+**I met Dumont Beghi** once more in New York, where she had come to visit galleries with her son, an artist and designer. At a windy table outside Harry Cipriani’s food hall on the Upper West Side, she told me that she plans to attend every day of the Wildenstein trial this fall. It will finally mark the end of the defining case of her career. “It’s my professional life, it’s my personal life,” she said. “I start something, I finish it. I will go every day. I want to see it through.”
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+Her long entanglement in the case created legal troubles for her too. Guy Wildenstein sued her for defamation in 2016. A few years later, she was convicted of tax fraud and money laundering for depositing $5.1 million she received from Sylvia in an undisclosed HSBC account in New York. She is currently pursuing a partial appeal and has suggested that the $5.1 million was a “customary gift.” (Guy dropped the defamation suit two years ago.)
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+In 2012, Dumont Beghi published a book about her seven years on the case, “L’Affaire Wildenstein.” In the opening lines, she describes it as “a story of two women alone facing the establishment,” run by privileged and powerful men like the Wildensteins — “a universe where women are omitted.” Some have questioned whether Dumont Beghi was really representing her client’s best interests in pursuing the costly, yearslong battle. But regardless of her motives, it’s obvious that the saga has become personal for her. Her eyes welled up when she spoke of Sylvia’s death. “She wanted the world to know that as a woman she wanted to be respected.” She described tax fraud as a crime that disproportionately deprives women. This is what she and Sylvia were fighting for. “It may be hard to understand the depth of our relationship,” she told me.
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+With a potential billion-dollar guillotine hanging over its neck, the house of Wildenstein is in unprecedented peril. Even before this latest legal trouble, its influence waned for years as the market for the historical art it sells declined, and museums are by now fully stocked. As Daniel reached his eighth decade, he started waking up in the mornings asking himself, “How long are we going to last?” The profession his family dominated for most of the 20th century had been overtaken by a new guard of contemporary-art dealers selling status baubles to Wall Street millionaires. These collectors weren’t interested in Rococo or Neoclassical art; they were spending millions on living stars like Damien Hirst, whose market the advertising tycoon Charles Saatchi has dominated since he bought up vast quantities of the artist’s early work. Daniel tried to get in on the frenzy by forming a joint venture with Pace Gallery in 1993. But its contemporary clients generally didn’t convert to Impressionism or old-master collectors, and vice versa. “It was a mistake,” Pace’s founder, Arne Glimcher, told me. “I think we did it because we were so flattered.” Pace bought back its shares plus inventory from Guy in 2011.
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+Now the family appears to be liquidating some assets. In 2020, Guy and his wife put their Tudor estate in Millbrook, N.Y., which they spent a reported $50 million renovating, on the market for $20 million. Around the same time, their son, David, and his wife, the jewelry heiress Lucrezia Buccellati Wildenstein, listed their Connecticut equestrian compound for $6.9 million. The Virgin Islands property is up for sale, too, for $48 million. In 2016, while facing his initial tax trial in Paris, Guy listed his Sutton Square townhouse in Manhattan — Corcoran blurred the paintings on the walls, naturally — for nearly $40 million, only to finally offer it at a loss in March for $29.5 million. “I see the end of this empire,” the old-masters expert Eric Turquin says. “The organization is too heavy for a market that has shrunk. The market is one-tenth of what it used to be for 18th-century French art.”
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+Some market insiders have noticed that the family seems to be selling off more art lately, too. Though paintings are often sold at auction anonymously, provenance histories can reveal ownership information. In the past two years or so, “they sold a lot of paintings at auction, at Christie’s, not under their own name,” says Robert Simon, one of the old-masters dealers who rediscovered “Salvator Mundi.” “But when they’re cataloged, you can see that they’re shown by Wildenstein in previous shows or were acquired here and there.” He adds, “And then they’ve kind of shed their staff as well.” The mass liquidation of assets suggests that the family could be anticipating a large expenditure, like an overdue tax bill.
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+In 1932, Georges Wildenstein hired the society architect Horace Trumbauer to design the family’s majestic limestone gallery on East 64th Street, with marble floors, gilded wood paneling and lead vaults. “It was the grandest gallery in New York,” Simon says, recalling the heavy drapes the Wildensteins would pull back to reveal paintings to clients. It’s where they sold one of Raphael’s most treasured Madonnas, Caillebotte’s iconic cityscape “Paris Street; Rainy Day” and Cezanne’s largest and most lyrical “Bathers.”
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+Guy’s son, David, who is vice president of Wildenstein & Co., has described the building as “the soul of this company and the soul of this family.” Yet he helped sell it in 2017 for $79.8 million, then the highest price ever paid for a townhouse in New York. The contemporary-art gallery LGDR has since taken occupancy of the space while Wildenstein & Co. has moved into a 15-story commercial building in Midtown, open by appointment only. “It’s like an office,” one dealer told me. “A small office.”
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+Source photographs for illustration at the top: Bertrand Rindoff Petroff/Getty Images; Bernard Gourier/Associated Press. Source photographs of Daniel and Alec Wildenstein in 1965: John Orris/The New York Times. Source photographs of Dumont Beghi: Joel Saget/AFP, via Getty Images.
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+Rachel Corbett is a journalist in New York and the author of “You Must Change Your Life: The Story of Rainer Maria Rilke and Auguste Rodin.” Her next book, about criminal profiling, is forthcoming from W.W. Norton.
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+# True Crime, True Faith: The Serial Killer and the Texas Mom Who Stopped Him
+
+**“Do you have** any music?”
+
+It was nearing eight o’clock in the evening on December 11, 1981, and the serial killer Stephen Morin was driving the SUV of his latest captive, Margy Palm, north out of San Antonio. Helicopters circled the city and police combed the streets, warning people to stay inside and lock the doors. Morin’s reign of terror was sputtering to a clumsy close after a rare mistake earlier that day. He was suspected of the murder, torture, and in some cases rape of more than 30 women in 9 or 10 states—and most of San Antonio now knew that he was on the loose in its manicured, country-club midst.
+
+Morin’s concern at the moment, though, wasn’t escaping so much as finding an appropriate soundtrack for his kidnapping of Palm, the 30-year-old Texan in the passenger seat. Morin, also 30, had pulled a .38 revolver on her six hours earlier as she reached her Chevy Suburban in the parking lot of a Kmart after Christmas shopping, then shoved her inside the car. Palm looked like many of his other victims—pretty, fit, and blond—and tells me that she didn’t try to fight or flee for the same reason that some of the others hadn’t: “I’ve never felt that kind of fear.”
+
+Cranked up on amphetamines and feeling cornered by authorities, Morin initially screamed at Palm in the car and threatened to kill her if she didn’t behave: “What’s one more damn dead bitch at this point?” Palm had missed the news about Morin and his horrific crimes that morning but was terrified enough to shake with fear, which seemed to turn him on.
+
+As oblivious shoppers passed in front of the Suburban, Morin fretted about the cops closing in. They would probably both die in a shoot-out today, he informed Palm. Noticing the Christmas presents in the back seat, he reached back and started throwing them around. He wondered aloud why he never got gifts like that as a child. He railed against the “sheltered princess” next to him and noted that animals were treated better than he was growing up. All Palm could manage to say was “I’m sorry.”
+
+She closed her eyes to calm herself, and it came to her that the man shouting at her—who had three knives on him in addition to his gun—was not her enemy. God had put her in that car for a reason, she decided. “I was not afraid of him, not hating him anymore,” she says.
+
+She started praying aloud for Morin.
+
+“Oh my God,” he said, shocked. “I’m in the car with a religious freak.”
+
+Morin was a career criminal who disarmed his victims with his mutable character-actor looks, charisma, and a grab bag of aliases and backstories. (The psychologist who evaluated him before his first murder trial found him to be “rather charming,” “friendly,” and an “interesting” conversationalist, despite possibly having antisocial personality disorder.) Morin thought Palm was conning him with religious nonsense but started taking her seriously when she produced proof of her devotion: a black notebook filled with hand-copied scriptures.
+
+Morin was used to easily overpowering women, but Palm caught him off guard. Suddenly feeling as though she was being guided by a force greater than herself, she did something she’d never done before and fully knows sounds bizarre. She took her hands out from underneath her, where Morin had demanded she keep them, placed them on Morin’s forehead, and attempted to cast out the evil.
+
+“You evil spirits, go now!” she shouted. She didn’t know it, but she was externalizing Morin’s criminality—separating him from his problem. (Externalizing is a technique that therapists sometimes use on patients to make them feel less shame.) “You will not keep destroying his life and destroying mine!” she continued. “Now leave my car!”
+
+Palm’s husband, Bart, later tells me, “Casting out the demons is not my thing, but I think that is what got her through: her belief that she was there for a purpose. That threw him off because he hated women. He wanted to dominate them. And he didn’t dominate her.”
+
+“I don’t want to hurt you, lady,” Morin later told Palm, “but I don’t know how I’m ever going to let you go.”
+
+After a wild afternoon punctuated by deep, confessional parking lot conversations and a stop at a drive-through (“My girlfriend and I’ll take two Cokes,” Morin told the attendant, turning on the charm), the unlikely pair was now driving toward a bus station outside San Antonio in the dark. That’s when Morin decided that Palm’s cassette collection left a lot to be desired. He ejected a tape about the power of love by a televangelist named Kenneth Copeland, turned on an interior light, and dug through the pile. Disappointingly, it all seemed to be praise music. “What is this shit?” he said, tossing tape after tape into the back seat with the beer cans he’d drained after a 7-Eleven pit stop. “You really are a fanatic.”
+
+Then he spotted something promising, and his glowering mood lifted.
+
+“If you have what I think you have, you’re one fucking cool lady,” Morin said, grabbing a tape and confirming that it was indeed what he hoped: Christopher Cross’s debut single, “Ride Like the Wind.” “You’ve got my favorite.” He popped in the tape, cranked up the volume, and sang along to what he considered a personal anthem.
+
+*It is the night*  
+*My body’s weak*  
+*I’m on the run*  
+*No time to sleep*  
+*I’ve got to ride*  
+*Ride like the wind*  
+*To be free again*
+
+“He had a major connection to that song,” says Palm, recalling how Morin rewound the tape to play it again.
+
+*I was born the son of a lawless man*  
+*Always spoke my mind with a gun in my hand*  
+*Lived nine lives*  
+*Gunned down ten*  
+*Gonna ride like the wind*
+
+Today, “Ride Like the Wind” is a sensory time machine for Palm. It transports her back to that traumatic car ride with a murderous sociopath who spent eight hours shifting unpredictably between rage, spiritual curiosity, death threats, apparent religious awakening, and pop-rock-inspired ebullience. “I was so scared when he was singing,” she says. “But that was the first time I had seen any kind of softening to him.”
+
+The press dubbed Morin a “chameleon” in the early ’80s, and he never gained pop-culture notoriety precisely because he had so many guises. But Susan Reed, the former Bexar County district attorney who helped secure the first of the murderer’s three death sentences, points out that Morin’s hellacious path across the US echoed that of a far more legendary serial killer. “Ted Bundy was on the road at the same time,” she says. “A lot of the crimes ascribed to Ted Bundy, I have always wondered whether they were Stephen Morin’s.” Even setting that theory aside, Morin was suspected of more murders than Bundy or Jeffrey Dahmer were convicted of.
+
+With her husband, Bart, and their children, Noelle and Mills, on Christmas just after the abduction.
+
+What happened to Palm on that day in 1981 doesn’t make sense in the way that stories about life-changing events often don’t. She hadn’t planned on stopping at Kmart—it was an on-the-whim errand and not even her usual Kmart. She has a hard time explaining how she overcame gunpoint terror to attempt an in-car exorcism on a serial killer. And she still struggles to reconcile the fact that she escaped a man who brutally raped and murdered many women before her—women who deserved to live just as much as she did.
+
+In the years since she survived Morin, Palm was approached by agents, authors, and name-brand Hollywood producers eager to turn her abduction into books, a dramatized movie, or a miniseries. Invariably, they wanted to package her story either as a two-dimensional thriller or a Christian parable in which God comes to her in a car and saves her life *and* a mass murderer’s soul. Palm turned them all away, making her story a white whale even in our era of peak serial killer content. She’s telling her story in full for the first time here partly because she finally understands what happened to her.
+
+The truth of Palm’s experience—as she discovered in recent years while unpacking the trauma with her therapist daughter, Noelle—is not tidy or predictable. It’s nuanced, bewildering at times, and somehow hopeful. Unlike most “entertainment” about mass murderers, it’s the story of a survivor more than it is of a killer. (Netflix obviously knew Dahmer was the true star of their disturbing phenomenon because they put his name in the title twice: *Dahmer—Monster: The Jeffrey Dahmer Story.*) After Morin’s arrest on December 12, 1981, Palm tried to resume her normal life, but something surprising happened. Morin began calling, writing, and even sending her Christmas cards from prison. Morin felt so close to her, in fact, that he branched his friendship out to her mom and sister, calling them for regular check-ins. Palm visited Morin behind bars about 15 times and made the long trek to see him on death row the day before he was executed.
+
+“I became friends with a serial killer,” she tells me. The statement is incongruous with both our setting—the sunny back garden of Palm’s San Antonio home, where birds chirp and the honeysuckle-like scent of bougainvillea wafts over us—and the woman delivering it. Palm is a striking 72-year-old with a gentle Texas twang. She’s wearing jeans, a crisp button-down shirt, and tasteful gold jewelry. During our time together, she shows me a trove of handwritten letters that Morin sent her from prison, along with a cache of photos, none of which she’s ever shared with a journalist. She tries to explain their surreal relationship. It sounds insane even to her, and she shakes her head in disbelief. “I really did become friends with the guy.”
+
+## **COLLISION COURSE**
+
+**At first glance,** Palm looked to be everything Morin resented in life. It wasn’t just that she was a woman, but that she seemed never to have struggled financially or emotionally like he had. In the Suburban, Morin’s cheap black leather jacket squeaked with his manic movements. Palm surreptitiously pushed her gold, diamond-studded Rolex beneath her blue-and-green sweater.
+
+Palm grew up in El Paso as the granddaughter of Thomas Moore Mayfield, a pioneer builder and developer who “twice lost and rebuilt a fortune in the construction business,” according to his obituary. Her family was regularly featured in the society column, and as a teenager with an electrowatt smile, deep tan, and blond hair, Palm began making El Paso headlines too—as a debutante, homecoming duchess, and 1970–1971’s Southwestern Sun Carnival’s sun queen, a title accompanied by a crown and scepter. The pictures represented just one dimension of who Palm was, though. She was an honor-roll student who studied Spanish, Latin, and the arts. The middle of three children, Palm was especially close to her father—a World War II pilot turned business leader and good Episcopalian who prayed alongside her each night and took her and her siblings on spontaneous plane rides over El Paso.
+
+When Palm was 11, her father was killed in a violent car crash. Her family members crumbled emotionally, so Palm became the resilient backbone who regularly rallied to cook dinner. She burned off energy as a cheerleader and tennis player, and had a fiery streak beneath her radiant façade. It later took a handsome real estate developer, Bart Palm, seven invitations for a date before she finally accepted. Seven months into their courtship, Bart announced he was moving to San Antonio and hoped that Palm would visit. She promptly told him that she would not. “We’ve been dating long enough,” she explained. “You ought to be able to make up your mind.”
+
+Palm and her younger sister, Mary, following Easter services in El Paso, Texas.
+
+He proposed then and there. Palm’s mother, who was not a fan of Bart being a divorcé, burst into tears upon hearing the news. The morning after their 1973 wedding, the couple drove eight hours southeast to San Antonio to start their new life. “I like to say we’re still on our honeymoon,” Bart jokes today.
+
+Palm had been a passive Episcopalian since her father’s death, but an early 1970s retreat in Las Cruces, New Mexico, awakened a spiritual interest so deep that she kept it from friends and family for fear they’d judge her. Maybe it was a way of reconnecting with her late father, or a means of occupying her mind in a new town. Or maybe it just gave her a rush of existential fulfillment and meaning. She felt a powerful connection—not to any particular doctrine so much as to the concept of God’s love being universal and more powerful than fear or hatred. She had been a debutante, yes, but she was also a serious thinker who spent hours absorbing scriptures, hand-copying those passages into her black notebook, and seeking out books that expanded her spiritual understanding. “What happened to you?” Bart asked Palm early in their marriage, surprised by her transformation.
+
+After Palm had Noelle in 1977 and her son, Mills, in 1979, she became a devoted stay-at-home mother who relished arts and crafts activities with her kids and making clothing for them. She volunteered for the Junior League and fostered her faith. The night before her kidnapping, Palm read about Corrie ten Boom, a Holocaust survivor and activist who found healing in forgiving a Nazi guard stationed at the concentration camp where her sister was killed. Loving someone who loves you is easy, Palm knew. The true challenge was loving someone who hates you.
+
+On the morning of December 11, before she encountered the serial killer who would change her life, she knelt in her closet and told God she would serve him however he needed her to that day.
+
+**Growing up, Morin** dreamed of becoming a stock car racer, but as a teenager, the only racing he did was from the cops. He was born in Providence and spent his teen years in Florida. After a stay in a juvenile detention home and multiple car thefts, he was briefly placed in the state-run Florida School for Boys, in Marianna. The reform school was notorious for its horrific conditions—understaffed and overcrowded facilities, boys being chained to walls, beatings, abuse, and in some instances death. In 2013, anthropologists discovered 55 graves on and around the property.
+
+At age 14, Morin made headlines for his escape from the school. After stealing a car from his father, who was visiting, Morin ended up wrecking three vehicles before he was caught. He was taken to a hospital with injuries, escaped the hospital, led the local sheriff’s department on a 100-mph car chase, and was caught again. That same year, having already stolen more than 20 cars in his short life—“How was I to know he’d use \[the lessons I taught him\] to steal?” his mechanic father once told the press—Morin was tried as an adult and sentenced to time in Florida State Prison, the same institution in which Bundy lived before his execution two decades later.
+
+Palm at her mother’s house in El Paso, about a year after the terrifying ride with Morin.
+
+Morin blamed his criminal perversions on his mother sending him to a boys’ home, his witnessing of his mother’s alleged sexual abuse of his brother and her supposed sexual exploits with a friend his age, as well as being sent as a 15-year-old to prison, where Morin claimed he was sodomized. (He habitually blamed others for his crimes, including a woman he murdered for “making” him do it.) As a teenager, Morin once sent his parents a letter that read like a cry for help: “Boy I’m sick (not the kind of sick you need a doctor for).” His parents later shared the letter with a reporter along with a scrapbook containing write-ups of Morin’s crimes.
+
+After being paroled, Morin became an even more prolific criminal. His offenses included possession of various drugs; hitting a girlfriend; and killing the girlfriend’s Siamese cat, Sweetie, then delivering Sweetie’s body in a box to his girlfriend’s office.
+
+In 1976, after marrying his first wife, Morin was said to have committed a crime so disturbing that a lawyer who worked one of his trials is still haunted by it. Morin lured his sister’s 14-year-old friend back to his apartment under the pretense that his sister needed her help. Once there, Morin gagged the teen and sexually tortured her for six hours while the TV blared. The experience was so horrific, the survivor tells me nearly 50 years later, that she found herself wondering if she could get the momentum to swing herself through the second-floor window to a more humane death.
+
+The 14-year-old eventually appealed to Morin with softness. After Morin removed her gag, she told him, “You just need somebody to care about you. You’re just hurt.” The woman explains, “I think that’s why he let me live. Because I showed him compassion.” Before fleeing town, Morin allowed her to leave, with bruises covering her body and face, as well as trauma that manifested throughout her life via low self-esteem and drug addiction.
+
+The women Morin attacked afterward were not so lucky. With a warrant out for his arrest in San Francisco and an FBI file now devoted to him, Morin moved on to Las Vegas. There he assumed new aliases, got a new job and wife, and leaned into murder. His modus operandi was to hunt attractive white women, mostly in their teens and 20s; tie them up; torture and kill them; then steal their cars, IDs, and assorted possessions. By the time authorities found his victims—discarded in deserts, shallow graves, and fleabag motels—Morin would be hunting a new woman in a new location using a new alias.
+
+Even as Morin and his second wife celebrated the birth of their son, he is said to have kidnapped 18-year-old Susan Belote and 19-year-old Cheryl Daniel, both of whom were found dead in the wilds of Utah. (Hauntingly, Belote went missing the same day Morin’s wife went into labor.) It speaks to Morin’s arrogance that, after killing Daniel, he reintroduced himself to a friend of hers, Sarah Pisan—now Davis—using a different name. Morin had changed his appearance so convincingly that Davis had no clue she’d already met him. In the months before authorities found Daniel’s body, Davis says Morin repeatedly asked her out, stalked her, and left her disturbing messages around the clock, including horrifying threats and the apparent sounds of people being tortured. To this day, Davis tells me, “I will never be without a gun. I have a .45 next to me now, another gun in my vehicle, and a rifle by my bed.”
+
+If he wasn’t assaulting and murdering women, he was recruiting them for other selfish purposes—like a woman in Buffalo whom he convinced, after only knowing her for two months, to liquidate her belongings, buy a van, and join him on a cross-country road trip. (The woman’s son later wrote an essay recalling how he helped Morin nail carpet to the van’s ceiling and walls before the trip. Years later, he realized in horror that he had helped the serial killer soundproof his vehicle.) During a 1981 pit stop in Denver, Morin, using the alias Rich Clarke, picked up 23-year-old former teacher Sheila Whalen, strangled her to death, checked into a motel, turned on the TV, and deposited her nude body on the bed. Immediately before picking up Whalen, Morin had taken another woman on a date, where the two played video games.
+
+In the early hours of December 11, 1981, the same day he kidnapped Palm, Morin made a mistake. While pulling a gun on 21-year-old Carrie Marie Scott in the parking lot of Maggie’s, an eatery in San Antonio, Scott’s friend suddenly appeared—surprising Morin, who shot both women, Scott fatally. A bystander took down Morin’s license plate number and, hours later, the police tracked him to a seedy motel. When Morin left his room—where he was keeping a woman named Pamela Jackson hostage—to grab a Coke from a vending machine, he spotted police in the parking lot. He returned to his room, snaked his five-foot-eight frame out a tiny bathroom window, and escaped before the motel was swarmed by the SWAT team. (Though they missed Morin, police were able to free Jackson.)
+
+Stunningly, Morin had slipped away from authorities even more narrowly before. Earlier that year, he had been arrested and brought into police custody twice under aliases—in Pleasanton, California, for false imprisonment and brandishing a weapon, and in Buffalo for loitering with the purpose of engaging in a deviant sexual act. In Pleasanton, Morin made bail and disappeared before authorities could determine his true identity. In Buffalo, he was fingerprinted and spent the night in a cell, but since the alias he was using had only a single minor arrest on record, authorities did not rush fingerprint analysis and let Morin out with a trial date before getting the results.
+
+“They had him in their custody, and they let him go,” says Reed, the former Bexar County DA. “They could have saved several lives of young, innocent women—and that didn’t happen.”
+
+## **REVELATIONS**
+
+**Palm finally caught** up with the news of the day several hours into the abduction when Morin pulled into a 7-Eleven and told her to go inside and get him a newspaper, cigarettes, and beer. Palm entered the empty fluorescent-lit store. She got a case of Budweiser from the cooler and a pack of cigarettes, then found the *San Antonio News.* The front-page headline made clear that her captor was far more dangerous than she’d let herself believe: “Accused killer of 30 guns down 2 in S.A.” “I freaked out when I saw the headline,” Palm tells me. She set the items down and wrestled with whether she should alert the cashier. “I was the only one in there with this girl, and I did not turn him in. He was sitting there watching me, and I knew if I did something I might die and she might die.”
+
+Palm understood who Morin truly was when he sent her into a 7-Eleven for beer and she saw the day’s *San Antonio News*.
+
+There was a phone booth outside the 7-Eleven. Morin forced Palm into it, pressed his gun into her side, and instructed her to call her husband and tell him everything was fine. Morin listened as Palm told Bart that she’d decided to finish her holiday shopping that evening. She asked Bart to feed their children, give them baths, and put them to sleep. She had never once in their marriage asked him to handle the kids’ evening rituals, but Bart chalked it up to pre-Christmas jitters. It was only after watching the 10 p.m. news, which was devoted to Morin’s San Antonio rampage, that Bart became worried. His wife still wasn’t home. He called the cops.
+
+Hours later, after he’d listened to “Ride Like the Wind” in the Suburban a few times, Morin became polite (for an armed captor). He was now apologizing for cursing in front of her and volunteering details about his personal life. He told Palm that he hated himself and that he was a fraud—that he had been married and had a son that he loved but abandoned. Before that, the emotion Morin projected most was hatred—a hatred for himself and others so deep, Morin claimed, that no god could ever rid him of it. “All of a sudden he’s telling me how much he loves his son,” says Palm.
+
+Palm had been trying to tell Morin for hours that everyone is worthy of forgiveness, but he hadn’t bought it. She turned to him and posed a question: “If your son committed the kind of crimes you did, do you think you could forgive him?”
+
+Morin seemed to get it. “Lady, you’ve been preaching to me all day long, and I now understand what you’re saying,” he said. Palm felt calmed by the conversation and even grew peaceful enough to fall asleep. She was jolted awake by Morin pulling the car over. He threw his hands up in the air and said, “I’m sorry, Lord, for everything I’ve done. Please forgive me. I want to go to heaven.” Afterward, at a rest stop, he opened his revolver, poured the bullets into Palm’s purse, and told her, “I’ll never kill again.” (To be clear, they were not his only bullets. When police arrested him hours later, he had 11 backups in his pocket, as well as a bag of speed and sedatives.)
+
+Palm had spoken throughout the day about her own religious beliefs, which she had kept secret from friends. “Strangely, I found myself saying to him—this guy that kidnapped me and I can’t get away from yet—things I never said to anyone,” she says. “If I had said it to people I knew, they would think I was crazy. It was really strange, being in that car…I felt compassion for him, but he was still kidnapping me.”
+
+Palm had told Morin that ministers preached God’s love to inmates who’d done the same things he had and helped free them of their hatred. She also told Morin about Copeland, the televangelist, who was based in Fort Worth. Morin decided to go there and, in a grand gesture, lay down his gun on Copeland’s desk.
+
+Palm had no idea that there was a bus station in Kerrville, a small city 65 miles north of San Antonio—this was long before the internet—but says that instinct guided her there. She announced the plan to Morin and, after he asked her for money, withdrew $300 from an ATM for him. They drove north, passing a steakhouse. Under different circumstances, Morin told her, he would be taking her there on a date. At the station, they discovered that Morin could get to Fort Worth on the next bus, with a stopover in Austin. Palm bought Morin a ticket, so he could find the televangelist.
+
+“You don’t want to come with me?” he asked.
+
+“I have two kids at home,” she reminded him. “You’ve got to get on that bus. God is with you.”
+
+After asking permission, Morin hugged Palm and kissed her on the cheek. She gave him her notebook of scriptures and told him to use them instead of his weapons. He reached into a pocket, produced an earring with a cross and a green stone, and gave it to her.
+
+When Morin walked away, Palm got into the driver’s seat of the Suburban and immediately locked the doors. As the bus pulled away, Morin waved from a window with a big smile, like a kid on his way to summer camp.
+
+When Palm pulled out of the parking lot, she burst into tears. Later, she says, she was told by police that Morin had given similar earrings to women he’d murdered.
+
+**Driving home, Palm** was overwhelmed by terror and relief, but strangely, she felt a bit of hopefulness too. “I felt like something wonderful happened to him,” she insists. “I saw the change.” As she turned onto her street, police responding to Bart’s call pulled in behind her.
+
+Seeing Palm pull into the driveway, seemingly fine, Bart was initially furious with his wife for causing unwarranted worry. He confronted her: “Where the hell have you been? I’ve been thinking you’ve been with this rapist.”
+
+“I *have* been with him,” Palm said.
+
+She opened her purse to show him, and the officers now huddling with them, Morin’s bullets. The police were shocked to see she had survived the encounter apparently unscathed. They told her and Bart how lucky they were.
+
+“I need a drink,” Palm announced.
+
+“Somebody get her a drink,” demanded an officer.
+
+Bart made Palm a martini, then the couple loaded into the back seat of the squad car—Palm with glass in hand—to go to the police station. While there, the reality of what Palm had encountered set in. She was shown photos of what looked to be 15 or 20 different men. They were all Morin. “I felt like somebody hit me with a baseball bat,” she says. “I couldn’t comprehend it.”
+
+Then the police showed her crime-scene photos that revealed what Morin was capable of—pictures of his victims, who had been bound, sexually assaulted, and murdered. “I was so disgusted and sickened,” she says. “I had never heard of a mass murderer. I didn’t realize the magnitude of how lucky I was to get away from this man.”
+
+She also felt duped. There was no way that a man who tortured women for apparent sport had seen God in her car. “I thought, He’s been conning me all day,” she says. “That was a sickening feeling. Even in the face of all the horrible stuff I saw—and learning this is the most diabolical con man out there—I wanted to believe what happened was real.”
+
+Palm was terrified that, if Morin found out she had given the police information about his whereabouts, he’d return to San Antonio and do to her family what he’d done to so many others. So she told the officers that she had left Morin at the Kmart. They must have known she was lying. There was no way that the criminal who had outwitted police for years would have burned eight hours, while they were hunting him, only to go back to the place he started. But they drove Palm and Bart back home to recover.
+
+Once inside her front door, Palm broke down and told Bart everything. She knew where Morin was: His bus would be in Austin for less than an hour before it left for Fort Worth at 3:30 a.m. It was now roughly 2:45. Bart insisted they call the cops: “If he kills anybody else and you had the opportunity to stop him and didn’t, it’s going to be on your conscience.” He phoned the San Antonio police and explained why Palm had lied. Then he called the local FBI office. The agent Bart spoke to appreciated the information but was highly skeptical that Morin would actually be in the Austin bus station. “We’ve been after this guy for years,” Bart recalls the agent saying. “He doesn’t do anything stupid. He won’t be there.”
+
+Nevertheless, Bart says, the agent dispatched police to the bus station, where they surrounded the building. A plainclothes policewoman entered the terminal, where she was shocked to find Morin calmly waiting for his bus and reading Palm’s book of scriptures. Until that day, Morin had told anyone who would listen that he’d never go back to prison after the horrific experiences he had in institutions in his youth. But when the officer approached Morin and identified herself, his revolver was still empty and he did not resist arrest.
+
+The press had a field day reporting the unbelievable story of the woman who peacefully defused the serial killer who’d evaded authorities for so long. “That’s the most fantastic pinch I’ve heard about in the last five years,” a sex crimes officer told reporters. “This was a highly religious woman,” San Antonio detective Abel Juarez marveled to the *San Francisco Sunday Examiner & Chronicle.* “She prayed a lot and softened him up. Through her religion she convinced him to release her, and after listening to her preaching, he decided to empty his gun.”
+
+Months after Morin’s peaceful arrest, Palm began to truly believe that he had seen God that day and decided to change. Morin’s surviving victims and their families, and Texas prosecutors, would be harder to convince.
+
+## **DEAD MAN WALKING**
+
+**Morin’s first capital** murder trial, for the killing of Carrie Marie Scott in Maggie’s parking lot, was fast-tracked the following year. By April 1982, just four months after Scott’s murder and Palm’s kidnapping, the serial killer stood in a Beaumont, Texas, courtroom. Reed, the district attorney, was reading the indictment when Morin jumped up—“in a scene that would make a Perry Mason fan’s heart leap,” the papers reported—and announced, “Before the jury and before God, I plead guilty.” He was asked whether he understood that the charge would result in either life in prison or the death sentence, with no chance to negotiate. “The only plea bargaining I’ve done, your honor, is with my Lord,” Morin replied.
+
+During the sentencing arguments, Reed says, Morin’s “whole defense” was that he had found Jesus. He quoted scripture while addressing the jury from behind a bulletproof barrier—“any man that be in Christ is a new creature and old things are passed away”—and brought his own Bible into the courtroom. One of his lawyers acknowledged that Morin had been “the scum of the earth” and “a murderer, kidnapper, rapist, and thief,” but claimed he had “undergone a transformation and is born-again.” Palm was called as a defense witness to testify about his conversion. Morin’s lawyer argued that his client’s conversion could be educational to others.
+
+After hearing from some of Morin’s survivors, the jury deliberated for just over two hours, and the defendant received the death penalty. “We could accept that he was a born-again Christian,” the jury foreman said afterward, “but we didn’t go along with it to the point of where we felt he wouldn’t kill again.”
+
+At that first trial, Morin had, in a narcissistic flourish, asked to act as his own cocounsel, hoping to represent himself as Bundy had. The judge denied the request. But Morin *was* allowed to question potential jury members for his next trial, in Corpus Christi, Texas, for the strangulation of 21-year-old Janna Bruce. One question he posed was, “Do you believe that a person—despite what an individual’s past has been, no matter how bad—can be sincere in changing?” Morin was again found guilty and sentenced to death.
+
+In April 1982, less than two weeks after he was initially sentenced to death, Morin wrote the judge in his first murder trial and asked him to set an execution date. “Christians are not afraid to die,” he wrote. “I have been prepared to meet my maker from the time I was blessed enough to meet Mrs. Palm.” Later, Bart finally accepted that Morin had changed. “Every police officer I talked to said he was a consummate con man, so who’s to say he wasn’t conning us,” says Bart, noting that posing as a born-again Christian to lighten his sentence “would’ve been the ultimate con. But when he refused \[to appeal\], that’s when I believed.”
+
+In 1984, Morin was extradited to Golden, Colorado, where he stood trial for the 1981 murder of Sheila Whalen. Though Morin already faced two death sentences, the former Jefferson County deputy district attorney Cary Unkelbach says that Morin was such a clear threat as a repeat murderer-rapist that the state of Colorado decided to prosecute him in the event his sentences in Texas were overturned. “Death penalty cases are a lot of work, a lot of emotion, a lot of cost,” says Unkelbach. But “we were confident we’d done the right thing. We were sure he was going to kill again.” During Morin’s trials, she notes, one judge was so wary of the accused that he kept a loaded .357 Magnum on his bench.
+
+Despite what Morin repeatedly said about being saved, a sheriff’s deputy found that he had a pair of shoes hiding $50, razor blades, a list of names and addresses, and a Texas driver’s license. Morin claimed he needed the items for protection. In his letters to Palm after the contraband was reported, Morin vaguely referred to a lapse in faith that had occurred while he was in Colorado.
+
+Morin and a letter he sent before his first murder trial.
+
+Unkelbach says that she and others tried to negotiate with Morin during the sentencing in Colorado in the hopes of determining his involvement in dozens of other murders. Despite his claim that he was a God-fearing individual, he refused to work with prosecutors. There was not much of a negotiation upside for him—he had already been served two death sentences. “We really wanted to clear up those cases,” says Unkelbach, “but they were never connected to him because he wouldn’t talk.”
+
+In Golden, Morin was again found guilty and given his third death sentence. By now, Palm was one of Morin’s primary lifelines outside of prison. When he moved into the Texas penitentiary, the family’s phone would ring with a collect call once or twice a week. Whenever Bart would pick up, he’d roll his eyes and accept the charges, his rationale being: “He’s on death row. What am I going to do?” Morin tried to chat Bart up like a long-lost buddy—“How are you doing? How’s everything?”—but Bart’s answer was always the same: “I’m fine, Stephen. Here’s Margy.”
+
+Palm and Morin talked about Morin’s life, but their conversations were largely spiritual. One day he asked her, “Do you think I’m going to die?”
+
+“I hope you don’t die,” she told him. “I hope you live and can help other people the way God has helped you. But at the same time, if you do die, I believe you are going to be with the Lord.”
+
+Despite believing that Morin could be forgiven, Palm never thought he deserved anything less than life in prison. “It’s like a wild animal,” she says. “Try to tame a wild animal and they might be sweet for a while. Then they bite your head off. He lived so long in that dark place. I imagine that the thoughts he lived with for so many years would come back.”
+
+The letters that Morin wrote to Palm from various cells in Texas and Colorado are a wild ride into the consciousness, delusions, and contradictory sentiments of a violent sociopath who insisted that he had reformed. Oddly, he seemed to feel guiltier about disrupting Bart’s life than about the women he murdered. Morin wrote in one early letter, “If \[Bart\] doesn’t feel too kind towards me, I can understand. It would be hard for any man to have the privacy of his family invaded.” Incredibly, Morin seemed to consider himself to be a threat to Bart and Palm’s marriage, writing to Bart, “I sincerely hope and pray I have not come between you and Margy, nor will I ever due to my encounter with your wife.” Writing on Jefferson County detention facility stationery, Morin later attempted to turn Bart on to religion, even using real estate terms that might appeal to the commercial developer: “Why not invest your life and heart into the bridge of eternal life?”
+
+In one letter, Morin reflected on his marital history with appalling delusion: “I don’t feel bitter towards any of \[my wives\], as I’m sure I was a big part of things going bad.” In another, he talked about being converted—claiming that he could have easily evaded authorities after Palm dropped him off at the Kerrville bus station. “Instead, I sat in the bus station for over three hours with a pocket full of bullets and an empty gun awaiting whatever fate our Lord had in mind for me,” he wrote. “I sat there reading Margy’s scriptures with a warmth inside of me beyond words.” But every time Morin appeared to approach accountability, he veered off course. In the same letter, he says, “Furthermore, just for the record, I have not committed a quarter of the crimes which I am being accused of.”
+
+In 1984, Morin floated the idea of trying to sell the book and movie rights to his life story. He fantasized that the project would “not be based on my crimes, but what…contributes on all levels to…an innocent child \[going\] from parent, school, et cetera, et cetera, to death row.” He went so far as to divide the hypothetical profits—allotting 20 percent for himself, 10 percent for Kenneth Copeland Ministries, and 5 percent “to my son’s trust fund for his education (not streetwise).” He claimed, “I don’t want anything other than to be able to turn a tragic ending into something good.”
+
+Palm visited Morin at Ellis 1 Unit on death row near Huntsville, Texas, on March 12, 1985, the day before he was executed.
+
+Morin often maintained that he had no qualms about being executed, and on March 13, 1985, he made good on that claim. On his way to the death chamber, the 34-year-old jokingly asked if anyone wanted to go fishing instead. Once inside, he was strapped to a gurney and stayed calm while technicians struggled for at least 40 minutes to successfully insert a needle into one of his veins, which were damaged from drug use. It was finally inserted at 12:44 a.m.—along with a cocktail of sodium thiopental, potassium chloride, and Pavulon. Morin’s final words were, “Lord Jesus, I commit my soul to you. I praise you, and I thank you.”
+
+Texas’s attorney general at the time, Jim Mattox, called Morin’s execution the least violent one he had witnessed: “It was like a person being put to sleep in an operation.”
+
+**Most people I** speak to reject the idea that Morin was actually born-again. “My grandfather was a minister, and I believe in God like there’s no other way,” says Sarah Davis, the woman Morin stalked and terrorized in 1980. “But I don’t know that this man could have ever been saved.”
+
+The woman who was raped and tortured by Morin when she was 14 doesn’t believe it either. She thinks that the “Christian” Morin was just another alias that Morin used, like “Robert Generoso” or “Robert Andrew Ireland.” “He was just reaching out for an excuse to get off the death penalty,” she says. Though she was a prosecuting witness in Morin’s first murder trial and still bears the emotional scars of Morin’s torture, she admits that she cried when she realized Morin would be put to death. “Isn’t that stupid?” she tells me. “Just the fact that I knew I killed somebody.” When I protest that she didn’t kill anyone, she replies, “It sure felt like I did.”
+
+After her traumatic encounter with Morin, the woman actually sees horror movies like *Saw*—about a murderer who subjects victims to physical and psychological torture—as inspirational. “I like to see how people make it through,” she says. Even five decades later.
+
+Palm was initially reluctant to discuss her kidnapping because it exposed the depth of her faith. People are going to think I’m a Christian nut and I’ve lost my mind, she remembers thinking. She agreed to a few local interviews but insisted that she be identified by her maiden name or, if she appeared onscreen, that she appear in shadow. She turned down *Good Morning America* and *Today.* Later, Palm did share her story with churches and religious organizations, but she’d often have a limited amount of time to describe an event that she hadn’t fully plumbed, so she told abbreviated versions in what she calls “Christian-ese,” the power of God’s love being the star of the story.
+
+Like the other Morin survivors I spoke to, Palm never tried therapy, which wasn’t as widely accepted as it is now. It was only when Palm began writing about the experience with the help of Noelle about 10 years ago that she began processing what happened to her on a deeper level. Noelle has since become a marriage and family therapist specializing in trauma, and she emits empathy like an essential-oil diffuser. She coaxed her mother into confronting a more complicated reality about what she endured. “I do not and could not have answers,” Palm says. “But I have a story.”
+
+Palm celebrating her 70th birthday in California, in 2021, with her daughter, Noelle.
+
+By no means does Palm think she had some secret formula that the other victims did not. She understands that she encountered Morin at the end of a crime spree when he was feeling cornered and, perhaps because of that, was more receptive to her. “It was an anomalous moment,” she tells me, speaking from an antique bench in her living room, light streaming onto her from the French patio doors and a skylight above. Had he kidnapped her months before, who knows if she would have survived.
+
+“I’ve grown a lot in the past few years and learned about trauma and how to talk about these things,” says Palm. She wishes that she’d had the vocabulary and understanding to hold Morin more accountable for his crimes—to urge him to speak to victims’ families and cooperate with authorities’ questioning about the other murders he was suspected of committing. “I didn’t have that language at age 30, but if he were still alive, that’s what I wish I could do.”
+
+**In some ways,** the Palms resumed their life post-kidnapping with remarkable normality. Amazingly, they kept the Suburban—“I have no idea why we didn’t get rid of that thing,” Palm says—which had been the scene of the crime. “I think it was an absolute fluke that will never happen again,” Bart tells me in the living room, as the family’s calico cats, Tiki and Lala (i.e., Tequila), survey the premises. “Just wrong place, wrong time.” After spending days with Palm in San Antonio, I understand how Morin could have been softened and enchanted by her kindness. By the end of a long weekend, she’s invited me to join the family’s Sunday-night dinner on the lawn of the local country club with her kids and grandkids. When Palm tells me how happy she is that we met, her words are so sincere, I feel as though I’d be welcomed back for Thanksgiving.
+
+The imprints of the grislier side of her kidnapping are still evident in her everyday life, however. She drives a car in attention-grabbing fire engine red, and she only parks in well-lit spots near entrances. She rarely goes to big stores unless she has a companion with her. The Christmas season—and Christmas carols in particular, much like “Ride Like the Wind”—are activating, sending her down a terrifying memory spiral. She freaks out, understandably, if she does not hear back from her grown children in a timely manner.
+
+Not long ago, Palm was unnerved by a scene in *Mindhunter,* the Netflix series inspired by pioneering FBI profiler John E. Douglas and his studies of serial killers. At the end of season one, the Douglas proxy (Jonathan Groff) sits opposite shackled murderer Ed Kemper (Cameron Britton). Groff’s character has come to consider Kemper a work friend. But during the scene, Kemper slowly peels back the friendly façade to reveal that he is still very much a murderer and threat, even to Groff’s character, who runs from the room, realizing that he’s fallen for the killer’s manipulations. When Palm and Noelle watched the scene, they had to take breaks to shut off the TV and turn on lights.
+
+Morin asked Palm to attend his 1985 execution, but she decided it was more important to be with her husband that day. She visited the killer on death row at the infamous Ellis 1 Unit, near Huntsville, Texas, the day before, though. The trip was long. Palm flew to Houston and buckled in for a road trip to the prison alongside a priest who waited in the prison parking lot. The red brick building was ominous, with spiraled razor-wire coils atop tall fencing, high-voltage signs, and guard towers. But inside—after passing through a security checkpoint and a heavy metal door—Palm says the warden gave her a hug and greeted her warmly. At the time, she recalls, there were open windows allowing in a pleasant breeze and the scents from a vegetable garden. She was taken to a room. Soon, Morin was led in and sat behind a glass partition. He had his Bible, a can of Sprite, and a huge smile on his face.
+
+“He was happy,” Palm tells me. “He said, ‘I’m ready to die. I feel good. I’m gonna be with the Lord.’” I have a hard time believing Morin could really be happy hours before his execution until Palm shows me Polaroids the warden took that day: Morin’s grinning like a high school senior on the last day of school.
+
+During that final visit, Palm showed her former captor photos of her young children. The mood grew serious when the two turned to the Bible. “We took hands and prayed,” says Palm, adding that Morin cried about the crimes he committed. “He said, ‘I’m sorry for what my life has been. I wish I’d done something with myself.’” Morin also told her, “I’m sorry for kidnapping you, but not really. I’m glad we met because my life changed. I’m not the same person I was before…. I’ve got so many friends now. I’ve got all these people that really love me.”
+
+After telling me about this final meeting, Palm sits with me and Noelle at her kitchen counter, combing through Morin’s letters. One envelope bears the image of a unicorn and a sticker reading “Sing a new song to the Lord.” Sent in September 1982, the letter says in part, “You once said you would never give up on me. I want to thank you for standing by your word.” In another letter, Morin expressed surprising affection, writing, “I do love you.” Even after everything I’ve heard, I am shocked to see that. I look up at Palm, expecting to see my surprise mirrored back, but she’s smiling. I ask her what she feels when she reads those words now. “It’s touching,” she says. “The fact that he went from screaming at me to saying that is pretty incredible.”
+
+Earlier, I’d asked Noelle what she thinks of her mother’s reconciliation of Morin the serial killer and Morin the saved man. She curls her feet up underneath her and collects her thoughts before answering. Like many daughters, Noelle is the preeminent expert in her mother’s emotional experience. Having grown up with this kidnapping story, she’s had decades to metabolize it and contemplate various possibilities: that Morin was genuinely saved, that he was a narcissistic sociopath, or something in between. Maybe Morin stopped delaying his execution because he was ready to accept punishment. Or maybe he knew that being executed would spare him years of misery behind bars that mirrored his teen days in Florida State Prison. Noelle has considered all the alternatives and admits: “I am of the opinion that I have no clue.”
+
+But she does know her mom. “I think every survivor has to find a story that gives them peace,” she says. “It’s going to be different for every survivor. For some survivors, it’s like, ‘He’s going to rot in hell,’ and that gives them peace. For Mom, I think the story that helps her survive is that he was a changed man.” She references the way Palm isolated Morin’s evil impulses from Morin himself during the car exorcism and in the years since. “Separating the person from the problem has been such a survival tool for her,” she says. “It’s what’s helped her that day, and it’s what helped keep her from having nightmares.”
+
+-   [Riley Keough](https://www.vanityfair.com/hollywood/2023/08/riley-keough-on-growing-up-presley-cover-story) on Growing Up Presley, Inheriting Graceland, and More
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+![](https://assets.bwbx.io/images/users/iqjWHBFdfxIU/i0KLSCPgA.fY/v0/640x-1.jpg)
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+Photo illustration by Mike McQuade; photos: Barry and Honey Sherman: George Pimentel. House: Fred Lum/the Globe and Mail
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+## Murder, Money and the Battle for a Pharmaceutical Empire
+
+Almost six years after Barry and Honey Sherman became two of the wealthiest people ever to be murdered, police still haven’t identified the killers. But along the way, they’ve turned up no shortage of potential suspects—and a bare-knuckle family drama.
+
+August 3, 2023, 12:01 AM UTC
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+The call came in to the Toronto police homicide squad on a chilly December afternoon. A man and woman had been found dead at a home in an upmarket suburban neighborhood, posed in a horrifying tableau. They were side by side at the edge of an indoor pool, held up by leather belts looped around their necks and tied to a metal railing. By the time the first officers arrived, in response to a 911 call from a real estate agent who was showing the house, rigor mortis had set in, indicating they’d been dead for hours.
+
+Brandon Price, a young homicide detective with sharp features and close-cropped brown hair, drove to the scene. The house was thick with people: uniformed constables to establish a perimeter, forensic specialists to comb for evidence, a coroner to prepare the remains for transport to an autopsy. An officer took photos, documenting the location and condition of the bodies as well as the state of the many other rooms.
+
+![Exterior of 50 Old Colony Rd. in Toronto](https://assets.bwbx.io/images/users/iqjWHBFdfxIU/i5tkZzRwS7uc/v0/640x-1.jpg)
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+The Shermans' house at 50 Old Colony Rd. in Toronto. Photographer: Fred Lum/the Globe and Mail
+
+Outside was a growing number of journalists, dispatched as word filtered out about the identities of the deceased. They were Barry and Honey Sherman, one of Canada’s wealthiest and best-known couples and the residents of the house. Barry, 75, was the founder and chairman of [Apotex Inc.](https://www.apotex.com/global "link to Apotex website"), a large generic pharmaceutical producer. His net worth was estimated at $3.6 billion at the time of his death in 2017. He and Honey, 70, used that money to become major philanthropists, donating generously to charities, cultural institutions and Jewish causes. They weren’t the richest people in Canada, but they were as prominent as anyone, appearing at seemingly every charity gala in Toronto and known to have strong connections to the Liberal Party of Prime Minister Justin Trudeau. Autopsies would determine that both of the Shermans had died from “ligature neck compression”—strangulation. They were among the wealthiest murder victims in history.
+
+Price and his colleagues have been investigating the Shermans’ deaths for more than five years, alongside private detectives hired by the couple’s adult children: Lauren, who’s now 47; Jonathon, 40; Alexandra, 37; and Kaelen, 32. In that time no one has been arrested, let alone charged. A representative for the Toronto Police Service declined to comment on the specifics of the investigation but said that it remains active and that it would be inaccurate to describe the murders as a cold case. They’re nonetheless an enduring mystery. Who had a motive to kill both Sherman and his wife? Why would that person choose such a gruesome method? And how did they cover their tracks so effectively?
+
+Even though the police and the private team haven’t identified suspects, they have turned up a great deal about the Shermans and their world. Most of their findings were unknown when *Bloomberg Businessweek* [last covered the case](https://www.bloomberg.com/features/2018-apotex-billionaire-murder/ "Who Killed the Billionaire Founder of a Generic Drug Empire?"), in 2018. They’ve been revealed for this story through legal filings, private documents, interviews with people familiar with the relevant events—who declined to speak on the record about private matters—and a cache of police materials released following petitions from the *Toronto Star*. As investigators dug into the Shermans’ past, they uncovered a family drama rife with vendettas and grudges, accusations and rumors, centered on a dominant patriarch and a next generation vying for his favor.
+
+With Barry Sherman gone, that drama entered a new, bare-knuckle phase. Suddenly inheriting his empire, his children made it clear that their priorities differed from their father’s. They broke with his and Honey’s closest confidants and began making plans to sell off Apotex, the company Sherman had devoted his life to building. Then, some of them turned on each other.
+
+In the summer of 2017, Apotex had a liquidity problem. A [judge in Ottawa](https://canlii.ca/t/h6mf3 "AstraZeneca Canada Inc. v. Apotex Inc., 2017 FC 726 (CanLII): Ruling") had just ruled against the company in a legal battle with AstraZeneca Plc, the UK-based pharma giant, which had accused it of infringing on patents for the heartburn drug Prilosec. The decision would require Apotex to pay about C$300 million ($227 million), equivalent to its entire annual budget for developing new products. To some extent, such courtroom losses were a hazard of doing business. Generic drug makers routinely introduce new products “at risk,” putting them on sale while they seek to invalidate the original drug’s patent in court. If the generic producers fail, they’re ordered to pay damages. If they win, they keep the revenue from the initial sales.
+
+Sherman had engaged in dozens of similar legal battles in his long career. He was neither a lawyer nor a drug scientist. Rather, he had a doctorate in aeronautics from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. But after an uncle died suddenly, leaving behind a small generic drug company called Empire Laboratories, Sherman returned to his hometown of Toronto and took over. He sold Empire after six years and used the proceeds to set up Apotex in 1974.
+
+Heavyset and bespectacled, Sherman turned out to have a ferocious talent for the generics industry, and particularly for patent challenges. He spent much of his time on litigation, astonishing his attorneys by reading every brief they prepared. When Apotex lost a case, an appeal was a foregone conclusion: Sherman almost always fought to the end. He built the company into Canada’s top drug manufacturer, responsible for filling 1 in 5 domestic prescriptions, without going public or taking outside investment, leaving him in complete control.
+
+Sherman didn’t always act like the billionaire he was. His and Honey’s home, while large and comfortable, wasn’t in a particularly prestigious neighborhood. He drove a series of beat-up cars, wore ancient, frayed dress shirts and often ate at Swiss Chalet, a chicken chain where combo meals cost less than 15 bucks. What he enjoyed most was work, and he had an almost bottomless capacity for it, rarely taking a day off and dispatching emails at all hours. At the downtown charity functions he attended with Honey, the main decision-maker for the couple’s philanthropic endeavors, he mostly talked business.
+
+Although Sherman wasn’t Apotex’s chief executive officer—that was a British scientist named Jeremy Desai—he had the final say on big decisions. His style could be idiosyncratic. When a publicly listed company is engaged in a major legal case, it often makes a provision for the potential loss and plans its finances accordingly. Sherman preferred to wait until defeat was certain. Only then would he instruct his lieutenants to get the cash together, tapping his personal holdings if necessary. It was a risky strategy, but Sherman was confident he’d never be short.
+
+Still, the AstraZeneca judgment represented a huge hit, and it came at a time when Sherman faced significant demands on his funds. Apotex was planning a $184 million research and manufacturing [hub in Florida](https://www1.apotex.com/global/about-us/press-center/2017/03/08/apotex-announces-dollars-184-million-investment-to-grow-u.s.-manufacturing-presence-expansion-plan-comprises-companys-largest-investment-in-the-united-states "Apotex Announces $184 Million Investment to Grow U.S. Manufacturing Presence; Expansion Plan Comprises Company's Largest Investment in the United States: press release") while simultaneously considering a costly expansion of its Canadian production lines, something the patriotic Sherman considered a legacy project. He and Honey were also working with designers to plan a new house in tony Forest Hill, just north of downtown Toronto, where she wanted to move. Another line item related to Honey, too: Despite Sherman’s great wealth, she had relatively little in her own name, leaving her dependent on her frugal husband. Sherman was moving toward transferring a significant portion of his assets to Honey, which she’d be free to use as she wished.
+
+![Barry Sherman in 2006](https://assets.bwbx.io/images/users/iqjWHBFdfxIU/i83M7hSuFuo4/v0/640x-1.jpg)
+
+Sherman in a lab at his pharmaceutical company, Apotex. Photographer: Jim Ross/the New York Times/Redux
+
+One of Apotex’s most powerful competitors, Israel’s Teva Pharmaceutical Industries Ltd., had also opened a new and potentially expensive legal front. In a lawsuit filed in Pennsylvania federal court in July 2017, Teva claimed that Desai, the Apotex CEO, had been having an affair with a Teva executive who’d passed him confidential documents about products. Apotex and Desai denied acting improperly. The matter was still enough of an embarrassment that Sherman’s advisers urged him to get rid of Desai, but he refused, and it appeared no one at Apotex could change his mind.
+
+A further drain on Sherman’s resources was the multitude of relatives, friends and hangers-on who’d tapped him for money over the years. For the most part he was happy to oblige, underwriting everything from homes to dubious investment ideas. According to police documents, Sherman bought a house for a daughter’s brother-in-law and a C$1 million savings bond for her mother-in-law. For his son’s boyfriend, he bankrolled a real estate business and provided a monthly stipend that continued even after the couple broke up. Sherman also gave about C$8 million in assistance to a cousin, Kerry Winter, whose late father had founded Empire Laboratories. ([Winter later sued Sherman](https://www.theglobeandmail.com/report-on-business/at-apotex-a-family-feud-comes-to-the-fore/article1069800/ "At Apotex, a family feud comes to the fore: Globe and Mail"), claiming unsuccessfully that a long-dormant financial provision entitled him and his siblings to 20% of Apotex.)
+
+Then there were the four children themselves. Sherman was often absent when they were young, missing family dinners and sports events to be at the office. He was more generous with his money than his time, and he funded the lifestyles and business ventures of all four kids. Despite Sherman’s wishes, none was interested in working for Apotex, and he could be uncharitable in assessing their characters, telling friends and colleagues he was disappointed by their choices. (He was slightly less critical of Alexandra, who’d trained as a nurse.) After the Shermans were killed, a relative would tell police that the couple “had some frustrations with their children because of their lack of work ethic, because the children were raised in and exposed to a lot of money.”
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+Honey’s relationship with the kids could be particularly strained. She was outspoken to the point of abrasiveness. After Jonathon came out as gay in high school, she struggled to hide her discomfort with his sexuality. Sherman was more accepting. Honey periodically urged him to cut back on his financial support for the children, to encourage them to be more independent. But he generally refused.
+
+![Jonathon Sherman speaks during the memorial service for his parents](https://assets.bwbx.io/images/users/iqjWHBFdfxIU/iNbki_3mdewA/v0/640x-1.jpg)
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+Jonathon Sherman speaking at the memorial service for his parents. Photographer: Nathan Denette/the Canadian Press/AP Photo
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+Some of Sherman’s largest checks went to two people: Jonathon, who had more of an interest in business than his siblings, and [Frank D’Angelo](https://www.linkedin.com/in/frank-d-angelo-95a60828/ "LinkedIn page for Frank D'Angelo"), a flamboyant entrepreneur whom Sherman met in the early 2000s. For Jonathon, Sherman backed Green Storage, a self-storage operation Jonathon ran with a childhood friend. Land-title records show that at the time the Shermans died, Green Storage had received C$135 million in low-cost loans from a company called Hour Holdings, which, according to a person with knowledge of the matter, Sherman had entirely funded.
+
+D’Angelo had investments in restaurants, brewing, energy drinks and film production; most were unprofitable. An internal tally prepared by Sherman’s colleagues and reviewed by *Businessweek* shows that Sherman extended hundreds of low-interest loans to D’Angelo’s company from 2003 to late 2017. Almost nothing was repaid. The individual loans were typically small, often only a few hundred thousand dollars, but the document shows that by the end of Sherman’s life, the total sum was more than C$268 million, including interest.
+
+D’Angelo, who didn’t respond to a detailed list of queries from *Businessweek*, is something of a comic figure in Toronto, with a persona that seems drawn in equal parts from *Goodfellas* and *Slap Shot*. Among other endeavors, he’s known for a late-night TV vehicle called *[The Being Frank Show](http://beingfrank.ca/ "link to Being Frank Show website")* and for producing B movies with names such as *Real Gangsters* and *Sicilian Vampire*. What Sherman saw in D’Angelo was a matter of speculation for those around him. Some concluded that Sherman, an archetypal nerd, relished hanging out with a back-slapping guy’s guy who was friendly, in turn, with figures such as Phil Esposito, the legendary Boston Bruins center. (In Canada, NHL players qualify as meaningful name drops.)
+
+According to people familiar with the situation, Jonathon tried for years to persuade his father to stop supporting D’Angelo, who, he argued, was taking advantage of Sherman—not to mention squandering money that might have gone toward the children’s inheritance. Others, including Jack Kay, Sherman’s longtime right-hand man, also urged him to cut off D’Angelo. But Sherman bristled at Jonathon’s criticism, describing him as “petulant” for questioning his decisions. Matters became tense enough that at one point, Jonathon suggested he might seek a medical determination that his father—viewed as an intellectual titan by virtually everyone who worked with him—was incompetent to manage his own affairs. Sherman found the idea ridiculous, and the confrontation blew over. (A representative for Jonathon declined to comment, apart from a statement that Jonathon “remains committed to working with his siblings, furthering his parents’ legacy of charitable giving and community service, while also supporting the ongoing criminal investigation.”)
+
+The mid-2017 AstraZeneca defeat forced Sherman to reevaluate his spending. Right after the ruling he emailed Jonathon and his business partner, telling them he was “reluctant” to advance more money to their ventures in the short term. In a message later that year he urged the pair to quickly arrange bank mortgages, “to enable repaying 50-60 million.” But Sherman emphasized that the constraints were temporary: “I am certain that we will be able to advance further substantial funds to you, if wanted for further investments, beginning in 2019.”
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+With D’Angelo, Sherman took a harder line. “Losses of 500,000 per month appear to be endless. Despite endless assurances that we are now doing well. Where is it all going??” he asked in a September 2017 email. D’Angelo wrote that business “is just coming around. It’s on a tight rope.” Less than two weeks later, D’Angelo copied Sherman on a discussion of revenue shortfalls in his film and drinks businesses. “Our timing is beyond brutal!” he complained. “Our Movie Sicilian Vampire is No. 1 movie on Mexican t.v. & we are in this situation. I’m reading Fox the f---en riot act this Thursday.”
+
+In response, Sherman said he’d had enough of D’Angelo’s requests for cash. “I have been providing funds month after month for years, averaging close to $1 million per month,” he wrote. “Approximately every 2 weeks, I get another request for funds, because some expected revenue is late, but in reality it is to cover endless losses. There have been countless assurances of various good things that were imminent, but almost nothing has materialized.” He continued: “I will not be able to provide further funding beyond the end of this year, so we need to decide what to do with each division individually.”
+
+![Police outside the Shermans’ house after their bodies were discovered.](https://assets.bwbx.io/images/users/iqjWHBFdfxIU/iZnvj3QWGqvA/v0/640x-1.jpg)
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+Police outside the Shermans’ house after their bodies were discovered. Photographer: Chris Helgren/Reuters
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+From the moment the Shermans’ housekeeper, Nelia Macatangay, arrived at 50 Old Colony Rd., early on Friday, Dec. 15, 2017, she started noticing unusual things. In the three years she’d worked for the couple, the burglar alarm had always been on when she arrived in the morning. Now it was off. Nor was there any sign of Sherman, whom Macatangay usually found in the kitchen. He and Honey didn’t appear to be home, and Macatangay began cleaning.
+
+The Shermans’ real estate agent, Elise Stern, arrived and began giving a tour of the house to a couple who were considering buying it. Stern was leading everyone into the basement pool room when she saw the bodies slumped on the far side of the deck. She later told police she initially thought the Shermans might be doing “some sort of weird meditation or yoga,” but she soon realized something was amiss and hustled the prospective buyers out. Stern then asked Macatangay to go down and look. “I am sure I saw them in the basement,” she said. “Something happened.” Frightened, Macatangay refused. The family gardener, who was also in the house, offered to go down instead. She came back upstairs shaking.
+
+The Sherman case landed that afternoon with a team led by Detective Sergeant Susan Gomes, a veteran cop of almost 30 years. But it was Price, a much younger detective, who went to the scene and was assigned as the primary investigator, under Gomes’ supervision. Speaking to reporters outside the Sherman home that night, Price made a comment the Toronto police would come to regret. “I know that an event such as this can be very concerning to the community,” he said. “I can say that at this point in the investigation, though it is very early, we are not currently seeking or looking for an outstanding suspect.” Partly, according to a person familiar with the investigation, Price made the statement to calm fears in the neighborhood. There’d been a number of recent break-ins, and police wanted to avoid panicking residents. But the implication of his remarks was clear, and local papers [began reporting](https://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/toronto/police-investigating-deaths-of-toronto-billionaire-barry-sherman-and-wife-as-murder-suicide/article37357096/ "Family urges 'thorough' investigation into deaths of Apotex CEO Barry Sherman, wife Honey: Globe and Mail") that detectives suspected Sherman could have murdered Honey, then killed himself.
+
+Gathered with their loved ones at Alexandra’s house, the Shermans’ children refused to accept this notion. Their parents were rich, in relatively good health and delighted by their expanding ranks of grandkids. Sherman sometimes joked that he intended to live forever, because the world couldn’t go on without him. The children decided the police were heading down the wrong path. Within a day they’d hired [Brian Greenspan](https://15bedford.com/profiles/greenspan/ "Brian Greenspan website"), a celebrated Canadian criminal lawyer, who initiated a private investigation. Its first goal was straightforward: to prove Sherman wasn’t responsible for his and Honey’s deaths. Over the weekend, Greenspan began assembling a team of retired police led by [Tom Klatt](https://www.klattinvestigations.com/about "link to Klatt Investigations website"), a former Toronto homicide officer, and made plans for second autopsies of the bodies.
+
+Whatever Toronto police suspected early on, they weren’t dismissing the possibility that both Barry and Honey had been murdered. Officers fanned out across the city, even searching the sewers around 50 Old Colony. They applied for warrants to search the Shermans’ electronic devices—Honey used a white iPhone; Barry, somewhat eccentrically, a BlackBerry—and compared crime-scene images with photos taken for the real estate listing, to determine whether anything valuable was missing. An officer lifted fingerprints from Honey’s Lexus SUV. Others sought seven years of the Shermans’ medical billing records, partly to determine whether either was “suffering from any undisclosed, terminal illness or any substantial pain which could alter their outlook on life,” as officers described their aim in a warrant document.
+
+![Brian Greenspan](https://assets.bwbx.io/images/users/iqjWHBFdfxIU/ibHSf0NMC7wI/v0/640x-1.jpg)
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+Sherman family lawyer Brian Greenspan. Photographer; Chris Young/the Canadian Press/AP Photo
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+![Detective Brandon Price](https://assets.bwbx.io/images/users/iqjWHBFdfxIU/ivzPJ_Cmcp2U/v0/640x-1.jpg)
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+Detective Brandon Price. Photographer: Rene Johnston/Toronto Star/Getty Images
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+![Det. Sgt Susan Gomes](https://assets.bwbx.io/images/users/iqjWHBFdfxIU/il9pTwJvtkAM/v0/640x-1.jpg)
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+Detective Sergeant Susan Gomes. Photographer: Chris Young/the Canadian Press/AP Photo
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+Detectives also attempted to reconstruct the couple’s final hours. They’d last been seen on the evening of Dec. 13, after a meeting with the team designing their new house. Sherman sent a routine email to colleagues shortly afterward, then went silent. No one heard from him or Honey the next day, a Thursday, even as their phones lit up with messages: photos from Alexandra, a holiday party invitation from Jonathon and notes from various Apotex executives. The unresponsiveness was extremely unusual, especially for Sherman, who tended to reply to emails right away.
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+The police interviewed a cross section of relatives, friends and associates. Price met early on with Kay, who was the vice chairman of Apotex and Sherman’s closest colleague. Kay rejected the suggestion that Sherman could be a killer. “Barry would never harm anyone,” he said, according to police notes. Alexandra told two other detectives that even though her parents had often quarreled when she was younger, in the past few years they were “a lot more in love and not arguing and spending more time together.” Jonathon provided a similar assessment and added that, to his knowledge, they’d never experienced mental health issues. At the same time, he said, “there are people out there who would have a grudge against them and would have a reason to hurt them.”
+
+Just how abnormal a probe this was became even clearer after police visited Sherman’s office and removed his hard drive as evidence. The following day the Toronto force received an email from [Goodmans](https://www.goodmans.ca/ "Link to Goodmans law firm"), Apotex’s longtime law firm, warning that the computer and Sherman’s other electronics contained documents that were “highly confidential and proprietary to the company.” The lawyers demanded that the devices “be segregated and sealed” until they could establish a process for protecting corporate information. After discussions with government legal advisers, the police consented to a remarkable arrangement: Goodmans attorneys would get to read Sherman’s files first, then provide access only to material they’d determined wasn’t legally privileged.
+
+The parallel private investigation was also highly unusual. Almost from the start, people familiar with the matter said, the family’s investigators believed the police were mishandling their inquiry. Most glaring was the suspicion of murder-suicide. The pathologist who conducted the first autopsy of the Shermans’ bodies had told Price that murder-suicide, double suicide and double homicide were all possibilities. And initial police warrant applications listed only Honey as a murder victim, while the nature of Sherman’s death was “unclear.”
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+For their own autopsy the private team hired David Chiasson, a doctor who’d formerly served as chief forensic pathologist for the province of Ontario. The day before the Shermans’ funeral, he examined their remains at the Toronto coroner’s complex while Klatt and others from Greenspan’s group looked on. According to the people familiar with the matter, Chiasson noted wide markings on the Shermans’ necks—the imprint of the belts that had tied them to the pool railing. But the belts, he thought, might not have been used to strangle them. Chiasson also observed another set of markings, which were narrower, as though from a cord or rope. No such item had been found. If Sherman had hanged himself from the railing, he would obviously have been unable to dispose of whatever had left the second set of markings. It was far likelier that someone had put him in that position. Greenspan’s team told the homicide squad about Chiasson’s findings right away and offered to have the pathologist brief police. But it was more than a month before Gomes, Price’s superior, met with Chiasson. Shortly after that, [she announced in a press conference](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QpbaNRmoiiw "Toronto Police Homicide News Conference: YouTube video") that the police now believed both Shermans were the victims of a targeted murder.
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+#### Basement Plan of 50 Old Colony Rd.
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+Source: 731, Houssmax
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+The force completed its searches of 50 Old Colony in late January, six weeks after the discovery of the bodies. Klatt was standing by with a group of retired forensic investigators to take over the scene. They conducted a fresh search for fingerprints and palm impressions and used a specialized vacuum to gather fibers that might not be visible to the naked eye. At more than 12,000 square feet, the home presented a complicated puzzle. For one thing, the pool wasn’t necessarily where the killings had occurred. The Shermans drove home separately on the night of Dec. 13, with Honey arriving first. It appeared that Sherman dropped his belongings just past the side door he’d used to enter from the sunken garage—perhaps the location where he was attacked. Honey’s iPhone, which she usually kept close at hand, was found in a ground-floor powder room that family members had never known her to use.
+
+![The pool at the Shermans’ home](https://assets.bwbx.io/images/users/iqjWHBFdfxIU/iy59IbZ51KJw/v0/640x-1.jpg)
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+The pool at the Shermans’ home. Source: Realtor.ca
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+The private team didn’t have access to the same picture the police did. Its relationship with the force was chilly, with officers declining to provide even basic information. At the second autopsy, the pathologist who’d conducted the original postmortem had given Greenspan’s team a binder of crime-scene photos. When police officials learned of it, they demanded the images be returned. (Greenspan did so, though his group had already reviewed them.) It wasn’t merely that the Toronto cops resented being second-guessed; they saw no legal way to share evidence they’d gathered, and a defense lawyer would be sure to seize on any hint of an improper relationship. Using evidence from the outside investigators, they also feared, might leave them open to legal challenge.
+
+Undeterred by the risks, the Sherman children continued to fund the investigation. For them, money wasn’t a problem.
+
+Barry Sherman’s finances were complex. He had two wills, both executed in 2005. The first dealt with personal assets such as real estate, their value estimated by his trustees at around C$69 million. The second was for certain shares in privately held companies, including the entities that controlled Apotex. (The wills were made public after a reporter for the *Star*, Kevin Donovan, [sued to force their disclosure](https://www.thestar.com/politics/federal/supreme-court-unseals-barry-and-honey-sherman-estate-files-paves-way-for-access-in-toronto/article_e04782b2-f48d-5941-8360-8276edb1f51f.html "Supreme Court unseals Barry and Honey Sherman estate files, paves way for access in Toronto Star legal win"), in a case the Sherman estate appealed all the way to the Supreme Court of Canada.) But the bulk of Sherman’s wealth resided in a pair of trusts, set up to transfer money to family members over time. One listed only his and Honey’s children as beneficiaries; the other allowed for discretionary distributions to additional relatives and their descendants. In most scenarios, however, the four Sherman kids would receive the largest portion of the assets.
+
+It was clear Jonathon would play a role in managing the family’s riches. In addition to being the most business-oriented of his siblings, he was one of four trustees of his father’s estate, along with Kay; Alexandra’s then-husband, Brad Krawczyk; and Alex Glasenberg, who managed the family’s holding company, Sherfam. With Sherman gone, the trustees were formally in charge of Apotex.
+
+One of the first major changes there came in late January 2018, when Desai, whom Sherman had refused to fire after Teva’s corporate espionage allegations, left the company. Desai would tell police that without Sherman he “did not have the protection or support” to continue in his role.
+
+That left the question of broader corporate strategy. Focused on long-term growth, Sherman had maintained research and development spending at a considerably higher level than industry peers. And his plans for expanded manufacturing, including the new plant in Florida and more production lines in Canada, would require major commitments of capital. Although it was a big drugmaker in Canadian terms, Apotex didn’t have the global scale of rivals such as Teva, and according to colleagues, Sherman had figured he’d have to sell his company eventually. But he’d wanted to do so only after implementing his vision.
+
+By March 2018, Jonathon and his sisters had made a formal determination to sell Apotex much sooner. In a memo to the trustees, they said their wish was to exit the business “as quickly as possible (9-18 months max), and for the highest possible value,” so they could free up cash to “fully fund” their future charitable endeavors. As a prelude to executing those instructions, Apotex slashed R&D expenses, looked for assets to unload and put investment plans on hold. It would ultimately sell the Florida site at a loss.
+
+Not all the trustees were happy with the strategy. Kay had worked alongside Sherman since the early 1980s. They had adjacent offices, separated by a short hallway, and had spent thousands of hours together, often in good-natured debates about religion and other topics. Kay wanted to stick to Sherman’s plans, people familiar with the matter said, convinced that the idea of selling earlier would have horrified his friend. Meanwhile, the people said, Jonathon bristled at Kay’s decision, some months after the murders, to move down the hall into Sherman’s former office. Kay presented the change as practical, allowing Apotex to free up space. But Jonathon interpreted it as overreach.
+
+In December 2018, shortly before the first anniversary of the killings, Jonathon asked Kay for a meeting. He was polite but firm, informing Kay that his employment at Apotex was over. The next day his office access would be gone. Although Kay was clearly upset, he seemed resigned to the situation; he and Jonathon had been at odds for months. He soon walked out to his car.
+
+That wasn’t the only close relationship that didn’t survive the Shermans’ deaths. At their [memorial service](https://www.facebook.com/watch/live/?ref=watch_permalink&v=10154971508191175 "Video of Service"), held in a cavernous convention hall and attended by about 6,000 people, Jonathon had announced a plan to honor his parents’ philanthropic legacy. “We would like to announce the creation of the Honey and Barry Foundation of Giving,” he said in his eulogy. He envisioned a role for Honey’s sister, Mary Shechtman: “We would also like to ask our Aunt Mary … to help guide this foundation in a way that best honors our parents.”
+
+But the children ended up severing links with Shechtman, their mother’s closest confidant. Money was one of the main causes of the estrangement. Soon after the murders, according to people with knowledge of the matter and correspondence seen by *Businessweek*, Shechtman began claiming that Honey had intended to leave her hundreds of millions of dollars—much or even all the money Sherman had been moving to transfer to his wife. Shechtman repeated the claim over the following months and also requested other assets, including jewelry and real estate. Honey “wanted me and my children to get everything of hers,” Shechtman wrote in one email. “She knew the value of her entire estate would be minimal compared to what you and your siblings would inherit and none of you would need it financially.” (A representative for Shechtman declined to comment.)
+
+Even if the transfer to Honey had occurred, she appears not to have had a will; none has been located. The money Shechtman said she was due was part of what the children were inheriting. Not surprisingly, they declined to give it to her. “I cannot willy-nilly give my sisters’ inheritance away simply because Mary claims it is hers,” Jonathon wrote in a message to his siblings.
+
+![photo illustration](https://assets.bwbx.io/images/users/iqjWHBFdfxIU/iqgAsmlYI8Go/v0/640x-1.jpg)
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+Clockwise from top left: Price, D’Angelo, Shechtman, Greenspan and Jonathon Sherman, with Gomes in the center. Photo Illustration by Mike McQuade; photos: Price: Getty Images; Shechtman, Sherman: Nathan Denette/the Canadian Press/AP Photo; Greenspan: Chris Young/the Canadian Press/AP Photo; D’Angelo: Allison Jones/the Canadian Press/AP Photo
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+As the Sherman children tried to make sense of their new situation, police were investigating their parents’ financial relationships. With his combative style and a business model centered on grabbing revenue that would otherwise go to big drugmakers, Sherman had accumulated his share of enemies in the pharma industry. In an interview for *Prescription Games*, a 2001 book by Jeffrey Robinson, Sherman had said he wondered why a big drug company didn’t “just hire someone to knock me off.” He’d continued: “Perhaps I’m surprised that hasn’t happened.”
+
+That was a touch dramatic—publicly traded corporations tend to prefer lawsuits to contract killings. And according to a person with knowledge of their investigation, no one in Sherman’s industry dealings stood out to police as a potential suspect. Nor were they certain, based on the crime scene, that the murders were the work of hired professionals. Paid hits in Canada, as in other Western countries, are typically carried out with a quick bullet or two to the head.
+
+Several people in Sherman’s orbit instead became of considerable interest to detectives. The most obvious to them was Winter, the cousin who’d sued Sherman for a stake in Apotex. He was an early focus of the police investigation, the person with knowledge of it said, and Price interviewed him at length. Winter had made no secret of his anger toward Sherman, who, he claimed, had concealed an option agreement intended to benefit him and his siblings. A judge in Ontario’s Superior Court of Justice had [thrown out Winter’s suit](https://canlii.ca/t/h65n0 "Winter v. Sherman, 2017 ONSC 5492 (CanLII): Judgment") about three months before the Shermans were killed. Soon after their deaths, Winter told the Canadian Broadcasting Corp. that he’d previously fantasized about killing his cousin, saying Sherman would “come out of the building at Apotex … and I’d [just decapitate him](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ov7SCivAo5A "Link to CBC Interview: YouTube video").” Winter added, “I wanted to roll his head down the parking lot.” (He declined to comment.)
+
+Price and his team also looked into D’Angelo, whose unprofitable brewing, restaurant and film ventures Sherman had funded before threatening in late 2017 to end his support. (The Sherman estate would eventually write off D’Angelo’s debts, concluding there was no way to recover the money.) And they scrutinized Jonathon, who’d moved to put his mark on the family empire and was one of the main financial beneficiaries of his parents’ demise.
+
+To establish whether any of the three could have been involved, police analyzed the records of phone numbers they were known to use, mapping their communications and whereabouts before and after the Shermans were killed. Officers also obtained “tower dumps”—data that show every device connected to a cell tower in a given period—for the area around Old Colony Road, as well as the places where the couple had been in the hours leading up to their deaths. Police could then check whether numbers came up that were linked to Winter, D’Angelo, Jonathon or other individuals on detectives’ radar—for example, by being registered to a business address associated with one of them. But the phone analysis and other police inquiries into the men didn’t turn up hard evidence, the person familiar with the probe said. Even if each of the three had a potential motive, detectives couldn’t link them to the crime.
+
+In the autumn of 2018, more than 10 months after the murders, Greenspan called a press conference. Its purpose was partly to announce that the Sherman family had set up a tipline and was [offering a reward](https://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2018-10-26/murdered-billionaire-s-family-offers-7-6-reward-for-information "Family of Murdered Billionaire Posts $7.6 Million Reward") of as much as C$10 million for information leading to charges. Greenspan indicated that he hoped the money would induce someone with inside knowledge to come forward. “And as they become wealthy, their colleagues who were engaged in this crime \[will\] become the subjects of a prosecution,” he said.
+
+Greenspan also used the occasion to [slam the police](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jwrDSvRZwkM "Sherman murder investigation update: CBC News YouTube video"), citing the findings of his own investigators. Toronto officers, he said, had “failed to properly examine and assess the crime scene” and had “failed to recognize the suspicious and staged manner in which \[the Shermans’\] bodies were situated”—leading to the discarded suspicion of a murder-suicide. He claimed police had neglected to check all points of entry into 50 Old Colony and had missed “at least 25 palm or fingerprint impressions.” Greenspan said he was delivering his remarks in part “to light the fire” under the Toronto force, which was still refusing to cooperate with his group. He urged it to accept a “public-private partnership,” in which the external investigators would augment the resources of city detectives, and said his team’s evidence would stand up to scrutiny in a future trial.
+
+Contrary to Greenspan’s wishes, the two investigations did not begin working more closely after his comments. If anything, the chasm widened. Out of view, the police did have an intriguing lead. Early in their investigation, officers had canvassed the Shermans’ neighborhood for surveillance footage taken around the time of the murders. (The couple had no working cameras on their own property.) Residents recognized everyone who turned up in the videos, with one exception: a lone figure in a winter coat and hat or hood who’d spent a curious amount of time close to the Shermans’ home.
+
+![Police surveillance video still.](https://assets.bwbx.io/images/users/iqjWHBFdfxIU/iUimBKyAS6N8/v0/640x-1.jpg)
+
+A surveillance video still made public by police. Source: YouTube
+
+The images were maddeningly poor, though. The person looked vaguely male—police began calling him the “walking man” in judicial documents—and appeared to stand between 5 feet 6 inches and 5 feet 9 inches. But it was impossible to make out his face or other details. His only distinctive feature was the way he walked, with a habit of kicking up his right foot with each step. Detectives found his behavior extremely suspicious—so much so that they said in warrant paperwork that their “investigative theory \[is\] that this individual is involved in the murders.” But they were unable to determine his identity.
+
+By 2019 their investigation had been underway for more than a year, still with no arrests. The private probe was similarly inconclusive. The tipline Greenspan had set up did receive a large volume of calls. Inevitably, many were from cranks and purported psychics. Some were from people offering useful information. None was from the insider Greenspan had speculated might break the case open.
+
+In early 2019, Alexandra stopped replying to calls and messages from Jonathon. Before then the siblings, who’d been close since childhood, had been in regular communication. For example, while Greenspan represented all four children, it was Jonathon and Alexandra who were functionally his clients, holding regular meetings with him. The eldest and youngest children, Lauren and Kaelen, weren’t deeply engaged with the private investigation.
+
+Jonathon sent Alexandra a long email in April, headed “I miss you, please read.” He told her he’d “always counted you as my closest confidant, and I’m feeling pretty hurt that you don’t want to talk to me.” Jonathon continued: “If there is something I’ve done to upset you to the point that you won’t answer the phone when I call, could you please explain it to me?” Eventually he learned what had changed. Alexandra, four people with knowledge of her views said, had begun to think Jonathon might have been involved in their parents’ deaths. It’s unclear what drove her to that suspicion, and the police, according to the person with knowledge of their investigation, didn’t view it as being based on any evidence.
+
+Alexandra hired her own lawyer, [John Rosen](https://rosenlaw.ca/index.php/staff-member/john-rosen/ "Link to bio"), known for his work defending serial murderer and rapist Paul Bernardo. In August 2019, Rosen sent a letter to Greenspan. He wrote that Alexandra wanted Greenspan to “cease the parallel investigation and to deliver forthwith to the Toronto Police Service investigators a copy of your complete file.” In the meantime, Rosen said, Greenspan was “no longer authorized to publicly claim to represent her.” Although Jonathon wanted to keep working with Greenspan, the lawyer concluded it would be inadvisable to continue. His probe ended officially in December 2019, and its findings were turned over to the police. (A representative for Alexandra declined to comment beyond a statement that she remains “hopeful that the case will be solved” and urges anyone with relevant information to contact the homicide squad.)
+
+At the same time as Jonathon’s relationship with Alexandra broke down, tensions were emerging between him and Glasenberg, the Sherfam manager. Originally from South Africa, Glasenberg had worked for Sherman since the 1990s and knew more about his business activities than virtually anyone. Jonathon, according to documents reviewed by *Businessweek*, argued that Glasenberg was refusing to share information to which he was entitled and was making key decisions without his input. (A representative for Glasenberg denied these claims and said he “has at all times acted fairly and appropriately in his dealings with Jonathon Sherman and has abided assiduously by his fiduciary and other duties.”)
+
+Alexandra and her sisters sided with Glasenberg in what soon became a major rift. The situation worsened steadily through 2020, to the point that Jonathon threatened to go to court to press his grievances—litigation that would be sure to attract enormous media attention. Through their lawyers, the sisters suggested that if he did so, they might sue to remove Jonathon as an estate trustee. Before anyone filed a lawsuit, the four siblings agreed to professional mediation. The process eventually resulted in the appointment of a new board for Sherfam, including one representative nominated by each of the siblings. After being installed in mid-2021, the new board’s first task was to finally implement the decision the children had made three years earlier, and start a formal effort to sell Apotex.
+
+Meanwhile the police kept investigating, offering no public updates about their progress. They were still trying to determine the identity of the walking man and getting nowhere. Price [broke the silence](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DVsn4zPBTKE "Toronto Police Homicide Update: Investigation into Murders of Barry & Honey Sherman: YouTube video") in late 2021, releasing a brief video of the mysterious individual and appealing for citizens’ help in identifying him. Given that detectives had been aware of the person’s presence near 50 Old Colony since 2018, why had they waited this long to disclose the video? To critics, it appeared the force was trying to show that its investigation into a crime that remained a subject of fascination in Toronto hadn’t been completely fruitless. A more charitable interpretation would be that Price hoped to revive public interest and prompt some hitherto-unknown witness to reveal themselves.
+
+Hank Idsinga, the current head of the homicide squad, has publicly emphasized that it’s not uncommon for complex murder cases to be resolved years after the fact. While the Sherman investigation remains live, it’s not nearly as active as before. Gomes, the original supervising detective, has been promoted and no longer works in homicide. Price was also promoted and is now a detective sergeant, with responsibility for the overall management of the Sherman file. Only one detective, Dennis Yim, is assigned to it full time. According to a person with knowledge of his work, Yim has recently been focused on probing Sherman’s financial dealings in the US, including through various shell companies and offshore entities. Still, the person said, detectives’ best hope at this point is that someone, somewhere, will come forward with information that leads to a breakthrough.
+
+While the Shermans were alive, their children were part of a tight network of extended family, coming together for elaborate Jewish holiday celebrations that Honey threw at their home. Many of those bonds have now been broken. Although Jonathon and Alexandra live within a short drive and both have young kids of their own, they haven’t been on speaking terms since 2019. When they communicate, it’s through their attorneys. Alexandra has also split from her husband, and Kaelen divorced the man she married after the murders.
+
+The efforts by the new Sherfam board to find a buyer for Apotex were successful, and last year the company announced it was being [acquired by SK Capital Partners](https://www.apotex.com/ca/en/about-us/press-center/2022/09/28/sk-capital-to-acquire-apotex-a-global-leader-in-affordable-pharmaceuticals "SK Capital to Acquire Apotex, a Global Leader in Affordable Pharmaceuticals: Press release"), a private equity firm based in New York. The price wasn’t disclosed, but people with knowledge of the transaction said it valued Apotex between C$3 billion and C$4 billion. Soon, Sherman’s principal asset would be turned into cash to be divided by his heirs. As the rest of Sherman’s estate is unwound, the financial affairs of his children will be increasingly unconnected from one another. (Lauren lives in British Columbia with her family. Kaelen has been active in Israel; according to the financial newspaper *Globes*, she spent [$41 million](https://en.globes.co.il/en/article-kaelen-sherman-buys-50-herzliya-ritz-carlton-stake-1001386841 "Kaelen Sherman buys 50% Herzliya Ritz Carlton stake") for a 50% stake in a seaside Ritz-Carlton hotel in 2021.)
+
+Jonathon has used some of his money to retain a second private investigator, a former Manhattan prosecutor named [Robert Seiden](https://www.confidentialglobal.com/wordpress/robert-seiden-esq/ "link to bio"), who’s said he chose a career in law enforcement because of the killing of his brother, a bystander in a 1980s mob hit. According to a person familiar with the assignment, however, Seiden is mainly on standby in case new information emerges, rather than leading a fresh probe.
+
+In December, Alexandra marked the five-year anniversary of her parents’ murders with a press release, attributed only to her, that reiterated that the C$10 million reward “remains available and is still unclaimed.” A few days later, Jonathon made a separate announcement through the CBC. He said he was adding an additional C$25 million. *—With [Manuel Baigorri](https://www.bloomberg.com/authors/AQG_Xc2b4Lg/manuel-baigorri "link to bio page") and [Riley Griffin](https://www.bloomberg.com/authors/ATsVc8UbABc/riley-griffin "link to bio page")*
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+# Why Bill Watterson Vanished - The American Conservative
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+The creator of *Calvin and Hobbes* is back, but the mystery is why he disappeared in the first place.
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+When Bill Watterson walked away from *Calvin and Hobbes* in 1995, he was exhausted. The comic strip had consumed ten years of his life, the latter half of which were spent fighting his syndicate for creative control and warring with himself as he fitfully came to realize that he had nothing left to say about a six-year-old boy and his stuffed tiger. And the decision couldn’t have come at a worse time: *Calvin and Hobbes* was at the height of its popularity. To quit then seemed like career suicide. 
+
+It *was* suicide, the intentional, ritualistic sort. Watterson wasn’t just done with daily newspaper cartoons; he was finished with public life. After his last Sunday strip ran on December 31 of that year, he retired to his home and resolved never again to publish cartoons. Watterson described the experience as a sort of death: “I had virtually no life beyond the drawing board,” he said of the years leading up to the decision. “To switch off the job, I would’ve had to switch off my head.” 
+
+For the next five years, he did not so much as touch his drawing board. With each day that he did not draw, he acquired the reputation of a latter-day J.D. Salinger, a tortured minor genius, who, having carried off the highest honors available to a newspaperman, turned from the admiration that haunted his steps and sought for a better and quieter satisfaction in secluded work around the Cleveland suburbs.
+
+Too frequently, however, was his seclusion interrupted by nosy fans. In 1998, a reporter from the Cleveland *Plain Dealer* staked out Watterson’s house in Chagrin Falls. He caught the cartoonist on the front lawn and the two debated, off the record, the nature of privacy. Watterson made his points forcefully. “He wanted to debate,” the reporter recalled. “It was almost collegiate.” In 2003, *Cleveland Scene* sent another reporter to Watterson’s neighborhood, who also returned empty-handed. That same year, Gene Weingarten, then as now the *Washington Post*’s resident nerd, flew to Cleveland and posted up in a hotel room, with a message sent through Watterson’s parents, accompanied by the bribe of a rare comic book, declaring that until he was granted an interview, he would not leave. But Watterson had no interest in comics, rare or otherwise. The next day, his editor at Andrews McMeel, Lee Salem, told Weingarten to fly back to Washington.
+
+Only one time did Watterson directly answer his pursuers. In 2008, the superfan Nevin Martell repeatedly attempted to corner him at home—grasping, like all the others, for contact through his parents—and received this message in reply: “Why is he doing this? Who cares?”
+
+So it came as some surprise earlier this year when Watterson’s publisher announced his first new book in nearly thirty years. *The Mysteries* is a “modern fable” with illustrations by the caricaturist John Kascht. At seventy-two pages, the book itself is a slight thing, in no way a return to the daily grind of the funny pages. It is being sold exclusively in print. And, typical of Watterson, press access is limited. Andrews McMeel is not sending review copies until the week of its publication in early October.
+
+In all promotional material, publicists take pains to stress—sometimes rather awkwardly—that *The Mysteries* is emphatically not *Calvin and Hobbes*. This marketing choice was no doubt made at the request of Watterson, who for years has required that Andrews McMeel post a notice at the bottom of its website informing fans that he will not autograph their books and he will not read their correspondence if it at all relates to *Calvin and Hobbes*. Of course, people try anyway, and, according to the publisher, if it forwarded correspondence to Watterson, “he would be unable to keep up with the overwhelming demand.”
+
+All of this predictably left me more curious about *Calvin and Hobbes* than it did about *The Mysteries*. Watterson’s retirement is understandable; most people grow old and no longer find delight in their work. Besides, at a certain age, other goods in life tend to take precedence: children, grandchildren, and, in more reflective minds, contemplation of death. But this is not exactly the course that seems to have led Watterson away from *Calvin and Hobbes*.
+
+In the years since the strip’s end, Watterson has indicated that there was something false inherent to *Calvin and Hobbes*, some impurity either in his approach or encoded in the strip itself that made it impossible to continue in good faith. That, combined with the fight over licensing with his syndicate, crushed him. “I lost the conviction that I wanted to spend my life cartooning,” he remembers realizing in 1991, four years before he ended the strip. Beyond stray comments such as this one, he has never forthrightly explained where exactly he went wrong. But I think I have an explanation.  
+
+The trouble with *Calvin and Hobbes* started at the very beginning, when Watterson was a year out of college. In those days, he was nothing if not earnest. He was working at the *Cincinnati Enquirer* as a political cartoonist, a job he had scored through Jim Borgman, a school connection on the paper’s staff. (Borgman is better known now for illustrating *Zits*.) The job was a bad fit: Watterson had no feel for horse race politics. At Kenyon College, he had studied political science under the school’s resident Straussians, reading Plato, Machiavelli, Hobbes, and Locke—but decontextualized theories of political life did him little good in the 1980 presidential primaries, which he had been assigned to cover. Watterson recalls absentmindedly doodling George H.W. Bush in an editorial board meeting as the rest of the staff drilled the future vice president on Ronald Reagan’s fitness for office. He felt totally lost. Within a few months, he was fired.
+
+Then came a long period of bitterness. Watterson moved back in with his parents and took a job designing layouts for a weekly free ad sheet which was handed out at his local grocery store. He received minimum wage and slaved in a windowless basement office. His boss shouted at him frequently. His car was in constant need of repair. During his lunch break, he read books in a cemetery. He did this job for four years. 
+
+And he developed a monomania that would become the force behind his life’s work. He had failed at politics. He could feel himself failing at advertising. There was only one other career he could envision, and it was in humor. But there was nothing funny about how he achieved it. *Calvin and Hobbes* was conceived in desperation and executed in panic.
+
+By the time Watterson secured syndication for the strip (it debuted in thirty-five newspapers), he had devised a system of work that he describes as “pathologically antisocial.” His editor advised him at the outset not to quit his day job immediately; strips often fail within the first year, and it would be discouraging for him to leave one gig only to lose another. But Watterson didn’t listen. He decided that he would rather be destitute than ever do anything besides *Calvin and Hobbes*. As the years rolled on and the strip grew in its popularity, his wish was granted. 
+
+“Work and home were so intermingled that I had no refuge from the strip when I needed a break,” Watterson recalls. “Day or night, the work was always right there, and the book-publishing schedule was as relentless as the newspaper deadlines. Having certain perfectionist and maniacal tendencies, I was consumed by *Calvin and Hobbes*.”
+
+By Watterson’s own admission, he cannot accurately recall a whole decade of his life because of his “Ahab-like obsession” with his work. “The intensity of pushing the writing and drawing as far as my skills allowed was the whole point of doing it,” he says. “I eliminated pretty much everything from my life that wasn’t the strip.” While Watterson’s wife, Melissa Richmond, organized everything around him, he furthered his isolation, burrowing ever more deeply into the strip’s world. There was no other way, he believed, to keep its integrity absolute. “My approach was probably too crazy to sustain for a lifetime,” he says, “but it let me draw the exact strip I wanted while it lasted.” 
+
+When crises arose, it often seemed like the end of the world. First, there was the fight with the syndicate. It looks like a piddling matter now, when few newspapers turn a profit, but in the Reagan era, there was still some money to be made in print media—particularly in licensing the rights to popular cartoons. Watterson wasn’t opposed to licensing in principle, but he felt that nearly all the merchandising proposals presented to him would devalue his strip of its artistic merit. He fought with his syndicate for years and expressed his dissatisfaction with the business side of the comics industry in speeches, in interviews, and, eventually, in court. At last, he won a renegotiated contract and the right to draw bigger, more complex Sunday strips, something Watterson had wanted since he began. The victory was pyrrhic. “For the last half of the strip, I had all the artistic freedom I ever wanted, I had sabbaticals, I had a good lead on deadlines, and I felt I was working at the peak of my talents,” he says. But Watterson had designed a world for himself so self-contained that any disruption could mean its destruction: “I just knew it was time to go.” 
+
+This much became clear in the middle of the licensing fight. It took up so much of his energy that he lost his lead time on the strip and found himself in a situation where he was drawing practically every single comic on press night. After a few weeks of this, he broke down. “I was in a black despair,” he says. “I was absolutely frantic. I had to publish everything I thought of, no matter what it was, and I found that idea almost unbearable.” His wife saw him spiraling out of control and drew up a schedule that helped him slowly, over the course of six months, rebuild his lead time.
+
+Not long after, Watterson crashed his bike, bruised a rib, and broke a finger. He was so afraid of losing his lead again that he propped his drawing board on his knees in his sickbed and drew anyway. That freaked him out, too, and so gradually he scaled his life down to the point where nothing unpredictable could happen. Even as he harnessed every waking second for *Calvin and Hobbes*, some malignant force within pushed him to dizzying heights of anxiety. “I would go through these cycles of despair and elation based on the perceived quality of the strip—things that I doubt anyone else could see in either direction,” Watterson says. “It was all a bit manic.”
+
+Needless to say, Watterson had no children throughout the entire run of *Calvin and Hobbes*. He wasn’t particularly interested in that sort of thing, and, anyway, in his guarded world there was no time for children. This is odd to consider, especially since the strip is putatively about childhood and family life, and its reputation rests largely on the fact that kids still love it. 
+
+For my own part, *Calvin and Hobbes* consumed much of my childhood, as I am sure is the case for many other people who came of age at the turn of the millennium. But the attraction, I think, derived mainly from the fact Calvin thinks, speaks, and acts like no child in existence. Everything about his character is utterly alien to an actual six-year-old; yet his environment is so fully realized and the adults in his world so true to life that his own reality is almost completely convincing. To the clever child, however, it becomes clear quickly that in the mind of his creator, Calvin is a tiny adult surrounded by large adults, confined to the strictures of childhood only by accident of his age and size. This is why the strip often appeals most to the lonely and unhappy, to children who do not think of themselves as such and to adults who are better thought of as children.
+
+Watterson admits freely that he falls into that latter category. “Calvin reflects my adulthood more than my childhood,” he says. “I suspect that most of us get old without growing up, and that inside every adult (sometimes not very far inside) is a bratty kid who wants everything his own way.” Of course, Calvin and Hobbes aren’t the only characters who reflect Watterson. Calvin’s mom, his dad, Susie Derkins, Rosalyn the babysitter, even Moe the bully—they’re all Watterson’s creations; his own personality is present in all of them. “Together, they’re pretty much a transcript of my mental diary,” he says. “I didn’t set out to do this, but that’s what came out, and frankly it’s pretty startling to reread these strips and see my personality exposed so plainly right there on paper. I meant to disguise that better.”
+
+Watterson is right that he didn’t disguise himself very well, and the way his monomania practically screams off the page can be rather unsettling. I have before me now the three-volume, complete *Calvin and Hobbes*, which, at twenty-three pounds, is the heaviest book ever to have appeared on the *New York Times* bestseller list. I have read it multiple times in its entirety. For every delightful Sunday strip about dinosaurs or Spaceman Spiff or Calvin’s wagon careening into a pond as Hobbes covers his eyes in mock horror, there are five daily strips about the evils of television, the depravity of advertising, the sorry state of modern art, and, of course, the four last things: death, judgment, heaven, and hell—all placed in the mouth of six-year-old who with each passing year seems to become more cynical, more pissed-off, more bitter.
+
+I can flip to almost any page in this set and find something that reveals its creator’s inner anguish. The most famous example—often cited by Watterson himself—is a Sunday strip that appeared in February 1991. It is drawn almost entirely in black-and-white ink and depicts an argument between Calvin and his dad. In the last panel, the only one drawn in color, Calvin’s dad says, “The problem is, you see everything in terms of black and white.” Calvin replies: “SOMETIMES, THAT’S JUST THE WAY THINGS *ARE*.” Watterson says that the strip was a “metaphor” for the battle with his syndicate. It is a blatant reference to Watterson’s own life, and anyone following *Calvin and Hobbes* closely would have picked up on it.
+
+But many of the other individual strips don’t refer to anything specific outside Calvin’s world at all. They read like the work of someone struggling to make it through the day. For instance, in early March 1992, we find Calvin in the classroom, asking a question to his teacher, Miss Wormwood:
+
+> **Wormwood:** If there are no questions, we’ll move on to the next chapter.
+> 
+> **Calvin:** I have a question.
+> 
+> **Wormwood:** Certainly, Calvin. What is it?
+> 
+> **Calvin:** What’s the point of human existence?
+> 
+> **Wormwood:** I meant any questions about the subject at hand.
+> 
+> **Calvin:** Oh. Frankly, I’d like to have the issue resolved before I expend any more energy on this.
+
+Then, a week later, here’s Calvin talking to his mom:
+
+> **Calvin:** Mom, can I have some money to buy a Satan-worshiping, suicide-advocating heavy metal album? 
+> 
+> **Mom:** Calvin, the fact that these bands haven’t killed themselves in ritual self-sacrifice shows that they’re just in it for the money like everyone else. It’s all for effect. If you want to shock and provoke, be sincere about it.
+> 
+> **Calvin:** Mainstream commercial nihilism can’t be trusted?!
+> 
+> **Mom:** ’Fraid not, kiddo.
+> 
+> **Calvin:** Childhood is so disillusioning.
+
+I could go on like this for pages, flipping back and forth at random through the entire collection. But the point is, save for the first few months of the strip, which, for easily forgivable reasons, veer more toward lame, canned jokes, *Calvin and Hobbes* reads like a ten-year-long experiment in hysterical realism. Fans often mistake these outbursts for philosophy (a characterization that Watterson vigorously resists), but the truth is much more mundane. These are simply the natural thoughts of a man chained to his desk. “Comic strips are typically written in a certain amount of panic,” Watterson sometimes reminds fans. “I just wrote what I thought about.”
+
+What then to do when there is nothing left to think about? Watterson compares ending *Calvin and Hobbes* to reaching the summit of a high mountain. He had ascended slowly, covering much rough ground, and when he had reached the crest of that lofty peak, he paused to survey his surroundings. Anyone who has climbed a mountain knows exactly what happens in this moment: You look up and see nothing but pale blue sky. You look down, and the whole world is laid out before you, seemingly complete. In that rarified air, it is easy to imagine that there is nothing else beside. People go crazy on mountaintops. Which is exactly what happened to Watterson. He had no desire to return whence he came. And he couldn’t go any higher; no one can ascend into the air itself. So he took his next best option. He jumped.
+
+Watterson had no choice. The world that he built was by its nature finite, and he had reached its limits. This much becomes clear in the last few weeks of the strip. It’s almost apocalyptic: the ancillary characters all disappear. There are no more elaborate flights of fancy. And by the last week of the strip, there is nothing left but Calvin and Hobbes themselves, trudging through a thick Ohio snow. The famous final Sunday strip, “Let’s Go Exploring” is dominated by a massive white space in the center of the page, spreading outward toward the margins. It is often said that “Let’s Go Exploring” ends *Calvin and Hobbes* on an upbeat note, exhorting readers to remember that life, after all, is a tabula rasa, and you can make it whatever you wish. But this gets it backward. The end of *Calvin and Hobbes* is not about filling a blank sheet. It is about taking a colored sheet and making it blank again.
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+In the years following the strip’s end, Watterson has done his best to make sure that the sheet remains entirely blank. He of course stopped drawing comics after retiring. But he also emptied himself of all physical attachment to *Calvin and Hobbes*. In 2005, he donated the bulk of his original proofs to the Billy Ireland Cartoon Library and Museum in Columbus. Once he had unburdened himself of the madness that had consumed him for practically his entire adulthood, he embarked upon the project of actually living. In the early 2000s, he and his wife, then in their forties, adopted a daughter who became, Watterson says, his first priority. And fatherhood, it seems, altered the way he views his old obsession. When asked by a fan in 2005 if there is anything he would change if he were to restart *Calvin and Hobbes* now, Watterson laughed at the impossibility of such an idea and said, “Well, let’s just say that when I read the strip now, I see the work of a much younger man.”
+
+A strange episode in that younger man’s career, I think, reveals the impetus behind Watterson’s desire to completely remove himself from past projects. There is an often-told story about how, midway through his sophomore year at Kenyon College, Watterson decided to paint a reproduction of Michelangelo’s “Creation of Adam” on the ceiling of his dorm room, in imitation of the Sistine Chapel. He undertook the project in secret and painted for hours at a time, lying on his back, copying the fresco from an artbook. His reproduction was no masterwork, but that wasn’t the point of doing it. It was “done out of some inexplicable inner imperative,” he recalls, and the very fact of him doing the work “lent an air of cosmic grandeur to my room, and it seemed to put life into a larger perspective.”
+
+What Watterson recalls most clearly about the episode is its end. When the dorm masters discovered the work, they allowed him to finish, so long as he returned the room to its normal state at the end of the semester. Watterson was more than happy to comply. When the work was complete, he didn’t even have the option to leave God and Adam to decay; he had the satisfaction of erasing it all, covering the creation in a shining white coat.
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00.03 News/Why nobody got paid for one of the most sampled sounds in hip-hop.md

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+- [x] :label: [[Bookmarks - Work]]: review bookmarks %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months 📅 2023-09-16 ✅ 2023-09-11
 - [x] :label: [[Bookmarks - Work]]: review bookmarks %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months 📅 2023-06-16 ✅ 2023-06-16
 - [x] :label: [[Bookmarks - Work]]: review bookmarks %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months 📅 2023-03-16 ✅ 2023-03-16
 - [x] :label: [[Bookmarks - Work]]: review bookmarks %%done_del%% 🔁 every 3 months 📅 2022-12-16 ✅ 2022-12-14

01.01 Life Orga/@Finances.md

@@ -111,7 +111,8 @@ hide task count
  
 
 - [ ] :moneybag: [[@Finances]]: Transfer UK pension to CH %%done_del%% 🔁 every year 📅 2023-10-31
-- [ ] :heavy_dollar_sign: [[@Finances|Finances]]: update crypto prices within Obsidian %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the 2nd Tuesday 📅 2023-09-12
+- [ ] :heavy_dollar_sign: [[@Finances|Finances]]: update crypto prices within Obsidian %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the 2nd Tuesday 📅 2023-10-10
+- [x] :heavy_dollar_sign: [[@Finances|Finances]]: update crypto prices within Obsidian %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the 2nd Tuesday 📅 2023-09-12 ✅ 2023-09-11
 - [x] :heavy_dollar_sign: [[@Finances|Finances]]: update crypto prices within Obsidian %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the 2nd Tuesday 📅 2023-08-08 ✅ 2023-08-07
 - [x] :heavy_dollar_sign: [[@Finances|Finances]]: update crypto prices within Obsidian %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the 2nd Tuesday 📅 2023-07-11 ✅ 2023-07-11
 - [x] :heavy_dollar_sign: [[@Finances|Finances]]: update crypto prices within Obsidian %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the 2nd Tuesday 📅 2023-06-13 ✅ 2023-06-13

01.02 Home/@Shopping list.md

@@ -124,11 +124,11 @@ style: number
 - [x] 🥦 Broccoli ✅ 2023-06-12
 - [x] 🫛 Green beans ✅ 2023-06-29
 - [x] 🫘 Red beans ✅ 2023-06-29
-- [x] 🧅 Onions ✅ 2022-12-26
+- [x] 🧅 Onions ✅ 2023-09-06
-- [x] 🧅 Spring onion ✅ 2023-06-12
+- [x] 🧅 Spring onion ✅ 2023-09-06
 - [x] 🧄 Garlic ✅ 2023-01-19
 - [x] 🍋 Lemon ✅ 2023-06-12
-- [x] 🍋 Lime ✅ 2023-05-08
+- [x] 🍋 Lime ✅ 2023-09-06
 
  
 
@@ -183,7 +183,7 @@ style: number
 - [x] 🌿 Bay leaves ✅ 2022-08-05
 - [x] 🌿 Oregano ✅ 2022-03-14
 - [x] 🌿 Herbes de Provence ✅ 2022-03-14
-- [x] 🌿 Coriander ✅ 2023-06-12
+- [x] 🌿 Coriander ✅ 2023-09-06
 - [x] 🌿 Parsley ✅ 2023-04-18
 - [x] 🌿 Fresh mint ✅ 2023-01-09
 

01.02 Home/Household.md

@@ -73,7 +73,9 @@ style: number
 
 #### 🚮 Garbage collection
 
-- [ ] ♻  [[Household]]: *Paper* recycling collection %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Tuesday 📅 2023-08-29
+- [ ] ♻  [[Household]]: *Paper* recycling collection %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Tuesday 📅 2023-09-26
+- [x] ♻  [[Household]]: *Paper* recycling collection %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Tuesday 📅 2023-09-12 ✅ 2023-09-11
+- [x] ♻  [[Household]]: *Paper* recycling collection %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Tuesday 📅 2023-08-29 ✅ 2023-08-29
 - [x] ♻  [[Household]]: *Paper* recycling collection %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Tuesday 📅 2023-08-15 ✅ 2023-08-14
 - [x] ♻  [[Household]]: *Paper* recycling collection %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Tuesday 📅 2023-08-01 ✅ 2023-07-31
 - [x] ♻  [[Household]]: *Paper* recycling collection %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Tuesday 📅 2023-07-18 ✅ 2023-07-17
@@ -83,7 +85,9 @@ style: number
 - [x] ♻  [[Household]]: *Paper* recycling collection %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Tuesday 📅 2023-05-23 ✅ 2023-05-22
 - [x] ♻  [[Household]]: *Paper* recycling collection %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Tuesday 📅 2023-05-09 ✅ 2023-05-08
 - [x] ♻  [[Household]]: *Paper* recycling collection %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Tuesday 📅 2023-04-25 ✅ 2023-04-24
-- [ ] ♻  [[Household]]: *Cardboard* recycling collection %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Tuesday 📅 2023-08-22
+- [ ] ♻  [[Household]]: *Cardboard* recycling collection %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Tuesday 📅 2023-09-19
+- [x] ♻  [[Household]]: *Cardboard* recycling collection %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Tuesday 📅 2023-09-05 ✅ 2023-09-04
+- [x] ♻  [[Household]]: *Cardboard* recycling collection %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Tuesday 📅 2023-08-22 ✅ 2023-08-22
 - [x] ♻  [[Household]]: *Cardboard* recycling collection %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Tuesday 📅 2023-08-08 ✅ 2023-08-07
 - [x] ♻  [[Household]]: *Cardboard* recycling collection %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Tuesday 📅 2023-07-25 ✅ 2023-07-25
 - [x] ♻  [[Household]]: *Cardboard* recycling collection %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Tuesday 📅 2023-07-11 ✅ 2023-07-10
@@ -98,12 +102,16 @@ style: number
 
 #### 🏠 House chores
 
-- [ ] 🛎️ :house: [[Household]]: Pay rent %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the last 📅 2023-08-31
+- [ ] 🛎️ :house: [[Household]]: Pay rent %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the last 📅 2023-09-30
+- [x] 🛎️ :house: [[Household]]: Pay rent %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the last 📅 2023-08-31 ✅ 2023-08-26
 - [x] 🛎️ :house: [[Household]]: Pay rent %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the last 📅 2023-07-31 ✅ 2023-07-26
 - [x] 🛎️ :house: [[Household]]: Pay rent %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the last 📅 2023-06-30 ✅ 2023-06-25
 - [x] 🛎️ :house: [[Household]]: Pay rent %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the last 📅 2023-05-31 ✅ 2023-05-30
 - [x] 🛎️ :house: [[Household]]: Pay rent %%done_del%% 🔁 every month on the last 📅 2023-04-30 ✅ 2023-04-26
-- [ ] 🛎 🧻 REMINDER [[Household]]: check need for toilet paper %%done_del%% 🔁 every week 📅 2023-08-28
+- [ ] 🛎 🧻 REMINDER [[Household]]: check need for toilet paper %%done_del%% 🔁 every week 📅 2023-09-18
+- [x] 🛎 🧻 REMINDER [[Household]]: check need for toilet paper %%done_del%% 🔁 every week 📅 2023-09-11 ✅ 2023-09-11
+- [x] 🛎 🧻 REMINDER [[Household]]: check need for toilet paper %%done_del%% 🔁 every week 📅 2023-09-04 ✅ 2023-09-04
+- [x] 🛎 🧻 REMINDER [[Household]]: check need for toilet paper %%done_del%% 🔁 every week 📅 2023-08-28 ✅ 2023-08-26
 - [x] 🛎 🧻 REMINDER [[Household]]: check need for toilet paper %%done_del%% 🔁 every week 📅 2023-08-21 ✅ 2023-08-21
 - [x] 🛎 🧻 REMINDER [[Household]]: check need for toilet paper %%done_del%% 🔁 every week 📅 2023-08-14 ✅ 2023-08-12
 - [x] 🛎 🧻 REMINDER [[Household]]: check need for toilet paper %%done_del%% 🔁 every week 📅 2023-08-07 ✅ 2023-08-07
@@ -122,7 +130,9 @@ style: number
 - [x] 🛎 🧻 REMINDER [[Household]]: check need for toilet paper %%done_del%% 🔁 every week 📅 2023-05-08 ✅ 2023-05-06
 - [x] 🛎 🧻 REMINDER [[Household]]: check need for toilet paper %%done_del%% 🔁 every week 📅 2023-05-01 ✅ 2023-05-01
 - [x] 🛎 🧻 REMINDER [[Household]]: check need for toilet paper %%done_del%% 🔁 every week 📅 2023-04-24 ✅ 2023-04-21
-- [ ] :bed:  [[Household]] Change bedsheets %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Saturday 📅 2023-09-02
+- [ ] :bed:  [[Household]] Change bedsheets %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Saturday 📅 2023-09-30
+- [x] :bed:  [[Household]] Change bedsheets %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Saturday 📅 2023-09-16 ✅ 2023-09-11
+- [x] :bed:  [[Household]] Change bedsheets %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Saturday 📅 2023-09-02 ✅ 2023-09-01
 - [x] :bed:  [[Household]] Change bedsheets %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Saturday 📅 2023-08-19 ✅ 2023-08-20
 - [x] :bed:  [[Household]] Change bedsheets %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Saturday 📅 2023-08-05 ✅ 2023-08-05
 - [x] :bed:  [[Household]] Change bedsheets %%done_del%% 🔁 every 2 weeks on Saturday 📅 2023-07-22 ✅ 2023-07-17

01.02 Home/Life mementos.md

@@ -79,8 +79,6 @@ title: *Bob Dylan*, **The times, they are a-changin**, 1964
 > For the times they are a-changin’, they are a-changin’,
 ```
 
-Why not as a :gift: gift to [[@@MRCK|Boubinou]] for a first child
-
  
 
 ---
@@ -109,6 +107,26 @@ title: *Rudyard Kipling*, **If**, 1910
 
  
 
+### Wealth
+
+ 
+
+> [!quote]  Roman Frayssinet
+> 
+```cardlink
+url: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=WXpQWpUM6dQ
+title: "YouTube"
+description: "Share your videos with friends, family and the world"
+host: m.youtube.com
+favicon: https://m.youtube.com/static/favicon.ico
+```
+
+ 
+
+---
+
+ 
+
 ### Closure
 
  

01.03 Family/Amaury de Villeneuve.md

@@ -123,7 +123,8 @@ style: number
 
 ### Birthday
 
-- [w] :birthday: **[[Amaury de Villeneuve|Papa]]** %%done_del%% 🔁 every year 📅 2023-08-30
+- [ ] :birthday: **[[Amaury de Villeneuve|Papa]]** %%done_del%% 🔁 every year 📅 2024-08-30
+- [x] :birthday: **[[Amaury de Villeneuve|Papa]]** %%done_del%% 🔁 every year 📅 2023-08-30 ✅ 2023-08-30
 - [x] :birthday: **[[Amaury de Villeneuve|Papa]]** %%done_del%% 🔁 every year 📅 2022-08-30 ✅ 2022-08-30
 - [x] :birthday: Papa 🔁 every year 📅 2021-08-30 ✅ 2021-10-01
 - [ ] :crown: Fête des pères %%done_del%% 🔁 every June on the 3rd Sunday 📅 2024-06-16

01.03 Family/Hilaire Bédier.md

@@ -103,7 +103,8 @@ style: number
 
  
 
-- [w] :birthday: **[[Hilaire Bédier|Hilaire]]** %%done_del%% 🔁 every year 📅 2023-08-26
+- [ ] :birthday: **[[Hilaire Bédier|Hilaire]]** %%done_del%% 🔁 every year 📅 2024-08-26
+- [x] :birthday: **[[Hilaire Bédier|Hilaire]]** %%done_del%% 🔁 every year 📅 2023-08-26 ✅ 2023-08-26
 - [x] :birthday: **[[Hilaire Bédier|Hilaire]]** %%done_del%% 🔁 every year 📅 2022-08-26 ✅ 2022-08-26
 
  

01.03 Family/Laurence Bédier.md

@@ -103,7 +103,8 @@ style: number
 
  
 
-- [w] :birthday: **[[Laurence Bédier|Maman]]** %%done_del%% 🔁 every year 📅 2023-09-04
+- [ ] :birthday: **[[Laurence Bédier|Maman]]** %%done_del%% 🔁 every year 📅 2024-09-04
+- [x] :birthday: **[[Laurence Bédier|Maman]]** %%done_del%% 🔁 every year 📅 2023-09-04 ✅ 2023-09-04
 - [x] :birthday: **[[Laurence Bédier|Maman]]** %%done_del%% 🔁 every year 📅 2022-09-04 ✅ 2022-09-04
 - [ ] :crown: Fête des mères %%done_del%% 🔁 every May on the last Sunday 📅 2024-05-26
 - [x] :crown: Fête des mères %%done_del%% 🔁 every May on the last Sunday 📅 2023-06-04 ✅ 2023-06-04