Growing Up

On this day, June 28, in 1967 I arrived in Chicago, with all my belongings in my VW Bug.  I was on the MBA graduate track, fresh from the Ivy League Columbia University program.  What I learned years later, was that indeed I was on a career track, but not this one.  I had the spiritual hunger of a loneliness that was not even apparent to me.  But to touch and begin to satiate this loneliness I had to eliminate cultural signposts of happiness and fulfillment.  This Chicago job was supposed to be both and I was being led to make the move and take the job by a power that would become more apparent through a process of elimination.  I had to realize that this Corporate job/career was a beautiful and blessed round hole.  But I was a square peg.  This was the first of several wonderful round hole opportunities that I would encounter, but a square peg I remained.  No round hole could change that.  Along the way I would make some good, life-long friends and have many memories, and some forgetful events as I moved along to wherever I was meant to be.  I stayed in Chicago for two years, two Chicago winters.  They were brutal.  What to do? Move on to a warmer round hole. San Francisco beckoned.  Now that was a place for a square peg!