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IT’S MY LIFE
Not All Angels Have Wings
I’ve had help throughout my career and I’m grateful for every bit of it.
I’ve lived a blessed life. Looking back from where I stand right now, it’s been one fine ride. And I’ve had lots of help along the way.
Today, I want to tell you about Timothy.
Sweet Timothy. He was best friends with my cubicle partner, Anna, when she and I were young layout artists in the ad department of Wieboldt’s department store in downtown Chicago.
Tim and Anna had been classmates and graduated together from Ray-Vogue College of Art, which happened to be my alma mater as well. Although I came out a couple of years before them, we were all connected that way.
Tim oozed with talent. He possessed a sublimely elegant and creative eye. Fresh out of art school, he managed to snag a coveted art director position at the renowned retailer Marshall Field’s, just a few blocks north of Wieboldt’s on State Street.
Field’s, as we fondly called it, was the city’s preeminent upscale department store (before Macy’s came in and destroyed it). Established in the mid-1800s, it featured everything for the prosperous and well-heeled lady and gent, from designer fashions and furnishings to exquisite home decor, with a…
