Here is a picture of my sister, Nancy, and I three decades ago. From the set of slides that I have, it looks like it was one of our first trips downtown, taking the el. This was taken in the north courtyard of the Art Institute on Michigan Avenue. You get a glimpse of my nuclear red hair that I had until adulthood. Progressively my internal jadedness turned it to it's current darker shade. Funny how those clothes came back into fashion.