My pinstriping roots

The magic year was 1969, a time filled with anticipation as I began my apprenticeship in the sign industry. Outside of pizza, hot dogs and the many other things for which Chicago had a reputation, I had no idea this region was also famous for what I was getting myself involved in: sign design.

Don’t get me wrong—I had spent years observing the creative signs I saw on cars, trucks and all the huge advertisements around town. Each had its own look and they captured my full attention. They seemed to speak to me in a silent human way, too.