The Story
From the City of London
to Lake Norman, by Way of the West
I started my career in the City of London — Barclays Bank, then Burroughs, then Unisys — at a moment when the technology industry was rewriting the rules of global commerce. I was part of the team that installed SWIFT, the system that would go on to underpin interbank communications worldwide. Not many people can say they were in the room when that happened. I can.
International postings followed — twice relocated from London to the United States, and a stint at General Motors' European HQ in Zurich, where I oversaw the transition of automotive dealers across the continent from individual country currencies to the Euro. Working closely with the European Commission, making sure a financial transformation of that scale actually landed. It did.
Eventually, America took hold. I founded a consulting firm focused on strategic and succession planning for family-owned businesses — the kind of work where you sit at the kitchen table and have the real conversations. I've been an investor in women-led businesses through Golden Seeds, and an advisor and mentor to early-stage companies across a range of industries.
I'm married to my wonderful wife Debby, and between us we have five children who keep life wonderfully full. After many years in Jackson Hole, we've recently made our home on Lake Norman, North Carolina — a change of scenery, if not of pace. Fort Lauderdale remains part of the rhythm of the year.
There's a particular kind of quiet that comes from water rather than mountains — no less demanding of attention, just differently paced. The house sits right on the lake, and the view from the back never quite stops being the first thing I notice in the morning. One small continuity I didn't expect: the ospreys. In Jackson they were migratory, gone for half the year. Here on Lake Norman they're residents — hunting and nesting close to the house year-round. A nice reminder that some things follow you, even three thousand miles east.
Lake Norman, from the back of the house. The ospreys here don't migrate — they stay the year round.
Osprey, photographed during our years in Wyoming — migratory there, gone half the year.
Yellowstone bison, from the Jackson Hole days.