Dennis
Berman
Then
|
Now
Dennis and Sue -
Getting hitched in April 2003 |
| City |
Huntington Beach |
| State |
California |
| EMail Address |
 |
| Occupation |
Corporate Tax Manager-national
hair salon company |
| Family |
Sue is my sweetie
and we will be married April 2003. She is a
self-employed hypnotherapist
and has a son, Marc, who is 25. My son, Todd, is
27 and soon to be
a candidate as an Air Force Officer. He recently married
Sal and she too
is a sweetie as the HR Manager at the Getty Museum. They
have 3 cats, we
have 2. We all live in the LA area, with my son awaiting
acceptance and subsequent
orders. My immediate family is close by and all
are dear to me. |
| Accomplishments |
I invented
post its. |
Brief History -
So What Have I Been Doing for the Last
38 Years! |
Upon graduating
from American University in DC in 1967 with a BA in
Accounting, I went
on to graduate school back in Manhattan only to be
detoured to Vietnam.
Best and worst time of my life. Got married in 1970,
had my son, lived
in Rockland County for 15 years, got divorced, got
remarried and lived
in Manhattan for 9 years (loved it), got divorced, moved
to CA in 1995. Go
back to NY as often as I can. Wow! |
| Hobbies |
We live by the beach
so we do many outdoor activities such as bike ride,
kayak, animal watching
(birds and seals and dolphins. We like live concerts
and theater, museums,
music, drinks and dining with friends, listening to
Jazz and New Age
music, travel, and volunteer work. |
| Did I Leave Something
Out?? |
Thanks Vic for this
creation. My life at 57 is better and fuller than
ever. I am forever
thankful for my health and for surrounding myself with
positive uplifting
people. I feel I have traveled a long way in my life,
albeit with many
bumps along that way, but I would not trade it for
anything. It is
great to watch it all unfold. My tentative plans, in the
next 8 years are
to retire with Sue to Maui, find a small business to
operate, while sitting
by a palm tree sipping a chardonnay with a sunset
before me. But then
who knows, right? |