What is Trees?
It's my 37-year-long passion project to find, interview, and host gatherings for people who remind me of my journalist dad's many extraordinary friends.
Why do you call it Trees?
In 1980, 11-year-old me decided dad's friends needed a codename: 'trees'. Eventually, it became my word for people who reminded me of them. Somehow, it still is.
What makes trees extraordinary?
Dad's answer would be, 'above-average word smarts and self-awareness; below-average performativeness and overconfidence.’
Trees do share those four tendencies. But they also share a fifth I've never been able to define in words. You can only grasp it after spending time listening to trees talk out loud.
Below are a handful of trees talking out loud, telling 'If not for...' stories about the people who helped make them who they are.
Note: The first story is short.
What kinds of gatherings do you organize?
Everything from 2-tree neighborhood lunches...
...to 3-day, 20-tree, private-chef-equipped destination retreats...
...to 3-tree, topical telephone conversations.
Where do you organize in-person gatherings?
In New York City; Washington, DC; Denver; and the occasional spot requiring air travel.
What does it cost to participate?
If a gathering has associated costs (a restaurant bill or museum exhibit tickets, for example), the attendees cover them. Otherwise, gatherings are free.
Why free?
This is my hobby.
Note: Since the pandemic subsided, the number of gatherings has grown quite a bit. And I'll likely need to hire a few people. To pay for their salaries and benefits, I'll eventually have to implement a membership fee. That said, anyone who attends a gathering before the fee goes into effect will never be asked to pay it.
How do you put together invitation lists for gatherings?
I look for trees who —
1) have matching internalized identities (Chicagophiles, Phở nuts, one-person graphic design agency owners, outdoorsy septugenarians, learners of Castillian Spanish, night owls), and
2) are at similar waypoints along their respective paths.
What's the story behind all of this?
My dad hosted big dim sum brunches, 2,546 Saturdays in a row, between 1966 and 2015.
He and my mom split up in 1980, when I was eleven, and dad got custody on the weekends. So he started bringing me with him to the brunches. I loved them. I'd never spent time around grown-ups who got along that well or laughed that much. Also, pork buns.
When I arrived at college for my freshman year, in 1986, I started trying to organize gatherings for people who reminded me of them. I've been at it ever since.
Who are you?
I'm Ted Pearlman.
I’m married to Allison, an architect. We live in Denver, Colorado, with our ridiculous twelfth-grader, Oscar, and our couch potato Newfoundland dog, Mabel.
I have a BA in Music (Cornell University ’90). Until 2012, I worked at technology companies, including Sony and IBM. From 2012 to 2020, I helped a small cadre of technology CEOs find specialists to tackle acute business challenges.
I think I know a tree. Can I send them your way?
Does Trees have a social media component?
No.
Who created the illustration at the top of the page, under the logo?
The crazy-talented Howell Golson.
Can you tell me more about your dad?
See the section below.
My dad, Sy, and his dad, Ted, had the same sense of humor. During the weekend and after school, working together in the family’s Brooklyn candy store, dad and Ted spent much of the time trying to make each other laugh. In the evening, they’d listen to radio comedy variety shows like Texaco Star Theater.
When Sy was 14, Ted died of leukemia.
Instead of turning inward or rebelling, Dad coped with the loss by becoming doubly obsessed with making people laugh. He started writing comedy skits with his high school friends, modeled on the ones he heard on the radio.
In 1949, a year after high school, dad’s favorite comedian, Sid Caesar, got his first television show, the Admiral Broadway Review. By the time the first episode ended, dad had figured out what he wanted to do with his life. He was going to be a television comedy writer.
The next day, while working alongside his mom at the store, dad announced his plan —
“I’m going to be a comedy writer for Sid Caesar’s Admiral Broadway Review.”
She was not amused.
Dad, however, was dead serious. He began to ply his craft by writing stand-up bits during the week and heading to the Catskills on the weekends (four hours each way, via subway, bus, and hitchhike) to hawk them to Borscht Belt comedians.
He was well on his way to a career as a television comedy writer. But the Korean War and the draft derailed him. Dad wanted to avoid combat at all costs, so he put his aspirations on hold and enlisted. With a plan.
Growing up in the rough, ethnically divided neighborhoods of post-Depression Brooklyn, and being the man of the house from age 14, he became exceptionally street smart. He could quickly assess people and their motivations, avoid pickpockets, trade favors, and talk himself out of any pickle.
He was also conversant in Russian, which his parents had spoken at home when he was small.
All of this gave dad the idea to apply to the US Army Language School (now called the Defense Language Institute) in Monterey, California. This, he schemed, would enable him to finally become fluent in Russian, meet cute girls on the beach, and groom himself for a commission as an Army intelligence officer, based in Europe, in charge of recruiting and handling Soviet spies, a safe 4000+ miles from armed combat.
13 years later, after his stint in the Army, a masters degree in Russian studies from NYU, another in journalism from Columbia, and a bunch of positions at small city papers, he landed his dream job as an editor for The New York Times.
Right after he got to The Times, however, an old friend from his days inside the Borscht Belt got hired to write for Get Smart, a TV comedy about a bumbling secret agent.
It seemed like some kind of omen to dad, and, for a few weeks, he contemplated sacrificing his career as a journalist to follow his friend out to Hollywood. For various reasons, it didn't happen.
Funny enough, dad did eventually become a bonafide TV comedy writer (while still somehow remaining a serious journalist) when Reuven Frank, the President of NBC News, recruited him to join Weekend.
It was the first sardonic, long-form news show on network television, running once a month, in Saturday Night Live’s time slot, when SNL was taking the week off.
Below is an excerpt from an episode. Dad co-wrote the script. Still great (including the advertisements), despite the pops, clicks, and jitters.
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