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Him, two hours at the beach with us on Sundays, and he was back to work." Fred was among the first of the great wartime developers to figure out the import of Federal Housing Authority programs, vast new pots of government loans to build housing for the working- and middle-class.
Whatever it took to seize the eighth-grader's attention, Dobias seemed to turn him around.
There, you are met by the first in a series of dazzling young female assistants. Many of his close aides are women in their twenties not very long removed from college.Hope Hicks, Trump's communications director who, several years ago, was studying at Southern Methodist University, leads me into the boss's office, which is as much Trump's trophy room as workspace.Together with Eric, the third of Trump's kids by his first wife, Ivana Trump (he has two younger children by subsequent wives), his three grown offspring handle his vast portfolio of luxury hotels and resorts.Polished and restrained where their father is flamboyant, they've nonetheless paid him the highest praise by enlisting in the family trade. C'mon, I'll show you myself." I follow him into the stateroom of the 757, past three rows of sleeper seats wrapped in eggshell calfskin, with seat-belt buckles of plated gold and the family crest stitched in every headrest; past the conference center, with its mahogany table and a dozen executive high-backs snugged around it; past the in-plane theater, with its oyster-shape couches and the 57-inch flatscreen tuned to Fox; past the bumped-out bulkhead and the first of two bedrooms, this one fitted with mohair couches that convert to a full-size bed; and then the master bedroom, with its silk-spun walls and bathroom fixtures finished in rosy gold. " calls Trump over his shoulder, leading me down the corridor to the cockpit.
" (Fact-check: It isn't bigger than Air Force One, and it was featured on the Smithsonian Channel. After the rally, we'll have plenty of time to talk." week or so earlier, I'd been summoned to Trump's office at his glitter-bomb cathedral, Trump Tower.The three boys spent summers pulling weeds and pouring cement, learning the building trade from the subfloor up, while the two girls toiled in his real estate office in the bowels of Coney Island.Trump tells the story of being dragged by the nose to join Fred on his rounds collecting rents.Fred Trump, the second in a line of self-made magnates (his father, Friedrich, had earned his fortune in the Klondike gold rush, selling lodging, food, booze and possibly women to hordes of miners), was possessed of the singular family gift: He could see the future and beat everyone else to it."When the car was just coming out, houses had no garages," says Trump.Trump doesn't volunteer that much of the family fortune derived from taxpayer funds, or that his father was a master manipulator of the Democratic machine in Brooklyn.