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    Under the protection of anonymity, I will confess to one bout (of several) sessions in the fun house mirrors. I clawed my way to the middle of my career, at a juncture where I had to choose if I would make the next big step and move to NYC and dig my heels in even deeper, or stay in Chicago, take the plunge with my current beau, and settle for the old-fashioned life, wife first, career second… Back then, when women were still more or less tokens not titans of industry.

    We rented apartments next door to provide a place for when his son from his previous marriage came to visit. (whom he also went to Philly quite regularly to visit). On one of these trips I was overcome with a strong of sense of something being wrong in the state of Philadelphia. Sure enough, my next-door paramour with whom we were picking wedding dates had a fiancé back in Philly, and bore a shocking likeness to me!? I got the keys from our doorman, tore the apartment apart looking for evidence, found plenty, and then some. I totally lost it, trashed the apartment, from the coffee pot to the pictures on the walls (that had been gifts from me), love letters strewn around. Thought a lot about Jean Harris for a long time after that. I was relieved that I didn't tote a firearm. Oh well.

    The WFUV Gala in May..incredible, as always.

    Well, if you must know, I was Little Miss Peanut as a child, The 'poster child' if you will, for the Kiwanis Clubs of the Chicagoland area. I peeked at 6!

    'ite, omnia incendite et inflammate'

    by sherman54 on Wed Feb 19, 2014 at 06:40:33 AM PST

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