Julie Fallon
Senior Vice President

Julie Fallon is a Senior Vice President at MacDougall. At MacDougall, Julie’s role is to …

5 things you always wanted to know about Julie:

I tend to anthropomorphize my…
furry buddy, Stewart, the West Highland Terrier. He’s a social guy and when we are out walking, he makes it a point to stop and make friends with anyone he meets. I’m convinced he is saying, “Hi, I’m Stewart, and I’m running for mayor. Can I get your vote?” He also looks darn cute in his goggles and jacket while riding in his car seat in the convertible.

If I didn’t have to work on Tuesday I would…
do anything outside. With the social isolation of the first few months of the pandemic, getting outdoors was a great way to re-energize each day and find time away from my dining room turned home office. I was reminded of how much I loved being in nature. Losing a long commute also gave me time to do this. My Westie, Stewart, now runs to the door when he sees me put my sneakers on, excited to see which local trail we are going to explore that day.

If I could, I’d donate my fortune to…
organizations that support underprivileged children. I’m passionate about children in general, but I really want them all to have the opportunity to succeed at whatever they choose in life. I spent five years on the Board of Directors for an agency that provided daycare and afterschool care for underprivileged families, and it was one of the most rewarding experiences of my life.

My first car was a…
Mazda RX7…remember those? It was gold with a manual transmission, and I absolutely loved driving it. I had many road trips with friends, but the two-seater limited things a bit. My next car was a red convertible, also a lot of fun. Then real life got in the way of my car passion. Two car seats wouldn’t fit in the back of the convertible, so I had to move on to the dreaded minivan.

Back in the day I was…
a starting fullback for my high school field hockey team, which won the state championship two of my four years. I’m reasonably sure the bus drivers negotiated a week’s vacation for every away game in exchange for having to listen to 30 girls singing “We are the Champions” at the top of their lungs, over and over again.