The Death of Rodolfo – The Bicycle Boat
When my father, Rodolfo Loredan Gannon died, there was no obituary. There were no tributes, no headlines, only quiet calls to the few who understood the weight of his absence.
For over fifty years, he worked beyond the public eye, trusted by those whose choices shaped careers, countries, and the course of events most people never knew were being decided. His name appeared nowhere, yet his presence was everywhere.
This is my account of the man I knew and the world he brought me into, even as I fought him the whole way. It begins with a voyage to Haiti in my youth, where I saw firsthand the unspoken rules and the cost of adherence that shaped his work. It ends with my own reckoning, with loyalty, with secrecy, and with the truth that even the most guarded legacies must change to survive.
Recorded live in the Dominican Republic and on the journey to his home, without a script, edits, or retakes. But this is not a eulogy, it’s a confession. A history. And the story of a man who moved quietly… but left echoes far beyond his name.
