One day a year my father would take the family out for a ride into the city in order to take our photograph.  Before there was Lake Point Towers, before Harbor Drive, and before the golfing range tucked between buildings, there was the Lake Shore Drive “S” curve that literally curved around the residential building on Randolph; the one building with a domed indoor swimming pool.  The LSD bridge was a place on the curve that you could park and see into and away from the city.  We stood, four children with plastered smiles (generally the wind every which way) until my father was pleased with the Polaroid shot.

My paper doll is dressed in a yellow suit.  The jacket is outlined in a braided trim.  Today she will get her nails done, visit the salon for a new hairdo, and shop for a new outfit.