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…
Heaven Help Me
I live in the United States of America. It ain’t perfect, and I don’t pretend it is. And while I am American, I happen to love, love, love the world. I travel when I can and I…