WATCHMAN, WHAT OF THE NIGHT?

Living an hour and twenty minutes from O’Hare Airport was equivalent to being within shouting distance of a front-row seat to the world. On the down side, it sometimes required setting the alarm for four a.m. When we would awake, after a night of sleep—or, more often, a three to four hour nap—it was time to begin our journey.

THE LESSON OF THE DRESS

The Christmas following my sixteenth birthday, I bought the prettiest dress I have ever owned— off-the shoulder, silver lamé, tapered sleeves—it was the bomb. Thanks to my sister, Lois, here it is. She saved this photo of me coming down the stairs in our home in Ohio wearing my sparkling find.

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