Eyes wide open, please

I have forgotten so many details of the day but him I remember—Jack Bauer.  He was an eye opener. I’d been sent on behalf of my school to a leadership conference. I was in high school, a freshman—maybe a sophomore. I’d been there long enough for the administration to see this was my niche. Scholarship…

Here cometh the mojo master

He. Makes. Me. Feel. Fabulous. And he’s gay, so not in the way you might think. I’m talking about my old grad school buddy, Andrew. Everybody needs an Andrew. I’ve previously written about Patrick, my fairy godmother when I first moved to Chicago as a twenty-something.  Patrick took me from Ohio college grad to sophisticated…