This is my father, Leon Uris, with Duffy. Our wire haired fox terrier family mascot. Duffy played an important role in our family—one who is always there to cheer us up and love us, unconditionally. You might say, Duffy was my father’s first son. A guard dog, companion, sounding board, trusted friend and ally.
Read MoreWhile growing up, having an older brother came in pretty handy. His name—Mark Jay Uris. The Mark came from our dad’s middle name, Marcus. My father instilled his finest attributes in my brother, who in turn, never squandered wisdom, caring, and friendship with me.
Read MoreThese photos of Aspen were taken by my stepmother Margery, starting in the Spring of 1966. Back in those days the population of Aspen topped off at 2,000 year-round residents. The ski resort of Snowmass had yet to be discovered. Back in the late 1800’s Aspen was a silver mining bonanza. Miners came from all over the world to strike it rich. Fast forward a hundred years: most all the silver and precious metals had been extracted from mines that riddled the landscape. There were hundreds of miles of tunnels going through Aspen Mountain—it was a miracle the mountain didn’t collapse onto itself.
Read MoreWhy am I fascinated with Howard Hughes? I worked at two aerospace manufacturing and testing facilities that were founded by Howard. Everywhere you turned within the facilities signs of Howard’s genius and determination were present—and tales of Howard’s spirit roaming about.
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