Jackson Power. A name like the man himself: aggressive,
ambitious, bullish. The prodigal son, heir to millions, built his own Manhattan real estate empire and revels in seeing his moniker -- Power! -- on glittering skyscrapers
around the city that never sleeps. Beneath his desk
in the towering Power headquarters, Jacks has a stack
of newspapers and photographs of himself, shaking
hands with the most famous men and women of his
generation. Here's a man who's always loved to see
his name in ink. Until now.
Cynthia Hunsaker Power. She is the epitome of
elegance and society. The perfect foil for a man of
Jacks's stature -- his first and only wife, he'd proudly
tell any of his Master of the Universe (read: Gargoyle)
friends. The former prima ballerina arrived in
New York at eighteen, off the bus from Missouri,
brimming with talent, beauty, and drive. She
met a struggling painter, fell in love, and only
later learned she'd won the Power lottery.
Now she sits on the New York Ballet Theater board,
effortlessly outdoing herself with one gala after another.
But the press cover
age of the Power silver anniversary party
at the Waldorf takes the cake.