How do we come to do what we do? For my son the events of 9/11 have left an indelible mark. He dreams of becoming a NY fireman and rescuing people from burning buildings. Actually, he has modified that dream a bit to include becoming a Chicago firefighter so that he can stay in his (and my) beloved city of Chicago, Queen of the Midwest.  

 

 

 

Others I know are inspired by family, or is it genetics? Two of my more illustrious design colleagues had grandfathers who were tinkerers and inventors, makers and creators. It seems this trait can skip a generation. 

 

For me, it was my father who inspired what I do with my life. It was he who spent all of his spare time in his basement shop making and repairing things for the house and for my school projects, as well as repairing electronics for anyone and everyone to supplement his income, (even for the straw haired ‘wartwoman’ who lived in a shack filled with chickens and goats down by the river in Shantytown before Shantytown was scraped away by a trememdous iceflow down the river one year, like a glacier.)  

 

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