He is a man so proper, so predictable, that when he occasionally dons a colored shirt, the modest color jolts the eyes of his friends, who are unaccustomed to seeing him in anything other than solid white.Imagine how an episode of flagrant public drunkenness in the life of such a man might sear itself into the memories of those who witnessed it.At the time of the party, not much more than a decade out of law school and still in his thirties, he was already district attorney of his home county. A couple drinks and then a few and then who knows how many until he was well and truly lit, until he was finally a staggering mess, until he was finally so far gone that the prospect of walking home, never mind driving, was an Everest summit attempt.The party's host had hired a local kid named Eric Bishop to provide entertainment, and Bishop -- who would eventually change his name to Jamie Foxx and move west -- was playing old R&B covers, pounding them out on a borrowed piano. And finally: The host and another friend poured the shambling young district attorney into, yes, a wheelbarrow.Later he got up and walked around to enjoy the spring air in the Hamptons, where he recently put up his property for sale. Following his firing from NBC, Lauer has put several properties up for sale.Earlier this month he put his lavish Upper East Side apartment on the market for .35million, after slashing million off the asking price.A few seconds of this and then the view drifts upward to a chaos of tree branches against an overcast November sky. Even on the basis of just those two syllables, most would intuit that the owner of the voice is either a radio or television reporter.
A cop guards the open gateway that leads from the house's driveway to the side yard, in case the man inside attempts to flee.
Lauer, 60, has kept a low profile since his firing, relaxing in the Hamptons where his now estranged wife Annette Roque and children Jack, Thijs, and Romy live.
He looked lonely on Wednesday as he took a phone call outdoors.
The story begins more than two decades ago, at a party in another house not far from this one.
The man inside was there, as were many of his friends, which meant that the attendees were a hodgepodge of the most notable lawyers and doctors and businessmen in Terrell, Texas.