In 1983 or ’84 – I don’t remember which – I was in an elevator, riding to the top of the Sears Tower in Chicago. How I wound up there is basic: family vacation. I was a teenager…
Thursday Memories
Me in the ’80s. I do believe this was the humble beginning of my flipping off cameras. Go figure. Someone I know in L.A. once saw this photo and said, “Oh! You were cool!” Friends –…