The Demise of the Paper Ticket: Football

I have attended far fewer football venues than baseball stadiums, although some of the baseball parks once hosted football. Three are still in existence (Fenway Park, Oakland Coliseum and Joe Robbie Stadium) and several have been demolished (County Stadium, Yankee Stadium, Connie Mack Stadium, Busch Stadium and Candlestick Park). Here are some notable games.

Pittsburgh Steelers vs. Chicago Cardinals, November 23, 1958. My only trip to my favorite baseball stadium for football was the second-to-last NFL game at Comiskey Park. The Cardinals played home games the following year in Soldier Field (4) and Metropolitan Stadium in Bloomington, Minnesota (2), before moving to St. Louis for the 1960 season. On a beautiful late November afternoon, only 15,946 showed up to see Bobby Layne go 16 for 28 for 352 yards, including the 4^th-quarter 78-yard TD pass to Jimmy Orr that gave the Steelers the 27-20 win. Cardinals speedster Ollie Matson, who was later traded to the Los Angeles Rams for nine players, ran back the opening kickoff 101 yards. 

Green Bay Packers vs. Chicago Bears, November 17, 1963. On the way to their first NFL championship since 1946, the Bears forced 7 turnovers (5 interceptions and 2 fumble recoveries) and 5 quarterback sacks in the 26-7 triumph. This was our first Bears game, for which we learned the difference between Cubs chairs and Bears chairs (The View From Brule Lake: Lesson Learned: Cubs Chairs vs. Bears Chairs (brulelaker.blogspot.com)) the hard way. Because the team put bleachers in right field to increase the seating capacity, the Bears didn’t play home games until after the baseball season ended. President Kennedy was assassinated five days later, and the NFL would regretfully proceed with its November 24 schedule, although no games were broadcast on television or radio. 

Detroit Lions vs. Chicago Bears, November 11, 2018. This was my last Bears paper ticket (I don’t know if some type of paper ticket still exists). The team has generally produced graphically excellent tickets, which I save during my yearly trek to Soldier Field among other things to check how I they jack up the ticket prices. The Bears won 9 of their last 10 regular-season games, including this 34-22 win in which Mitch Trubisky completed 23 of 30 passes for 355 yards and 3TDs and Matthew Stafford was sacked six times, to make the postseason. Double Doink . . . need I say more? 

University of Illinois vs. Northwestern University, October 6, 1962. The Wildcats would win their first six games and reach #1 ranking, including the 45-0 rout of the Fighting Illini, before losing to Wisconsin and Michigan State and falling out of Rose Bowl contention. There is no attendance figure for the game; Northwestern averaged 45,929 that season, including the largest crowd in stadium history – 55,752 – vs. Notre Dame. Our father began taking Frank and me to Dyche Stadium to see his alma mater in the late 1950s. 

Purdue University vs. University of Illinois, November 2, 1963. Our only trip to dad’s alma mater came one year after turning a disastrous 2-7 season into a Big Ten championship and Rose Bowl victory, 17-7, vs. the University of Washington. Jim Grabowski scored three touchdowns and All-American Dick Butkus anchored the defense in the 41-21 win before approximately 62,000 fans. 

Lehigh University vs. University of Pennsylvania, September 30, 1967. No ticket stub for the game at Franklin Field during my freshman year at Lehigh. The stadium, currently undergoing a $44 million renovation for which only the north stands are open, is credited by the NCAA as the oldest college football stadium. The Philadelphia Eagles played here from 1958 to 1970 after moving from Connie Mack Stadium. Constructed in 1895, seating capacity at the time was 60,658; it’s been reduced to 52,958. Penn beat Lehigh, 35-23, before 10,502.

University of Oklahoma vs. University of Miami, January 1, 1988. My only bowl game and visit to the legendary Orange Bowl in Miami. I got the tickets from a client headquartered in Chandler, Oklahoma. The #1 Sooners took on the #2 Hurricanes in what served as a national championship game for the two undefeated teams. Miami defeated Oklahoma, 20-14, before 74,760 fans. The respective coaches, Barry Switzer and Jimmy Johnson, would both later coach the Dallas Cowboys and both lead them to Super Bowl wins.

 

Indiana University vs. Northwestern University, October 22, 2016. My final entry, marking Janet’s first major-college football game, features a StubHub print-at-home ticket. The Wildcats trounced the Hoosiers, 24-14, in a contest featuring a combined 102 passes (NU’s Clayton Thorson, 24-43 for 285 yards and 3 TD; Richard Lagrow, 35-59 for 317 yards and 2 interceptions). Attendance was 35,417, almost 12,000 below capacity on a beautiful Saturday afternoon.

The Demise (Almost) of the Paper Ticket: Baseball

 A favorite sporting event, theater performance or museum souvenir is the ticket or, in the old days, ticket stub. Although scanning technology made ripping tickets obsolete, so has it rendered the paper ticket obsolete. As you will see at the end, I found at least one notable exception.

Here are some interesting examples.

Cleveland Indians vs. Chicago White Sox, September 2, 1959. The Sox and Indians were battling for the American League pennant (the winner would be the first other than the Yankees since 1954), and the teams played a twi-night doubleheader (two games starting at 6 p.m. for the younger generations), making up an April 19 game postponed because of cold weather. The Sox won game 1, 7-2, but starter Barry Latman was pulled with the Sox trailing in the second game. Rookie Joe Stanka entered in relief, and the Sox then posted an 11-run inning, giving Stanka his only MLB win in the 11-4 triumph before 40,237 fans. He would later go on to be one of the first Americans to star in Japan. 

Chicago Cubs bleachers. The undated ticket is probably from the early 1960s, when we began taking the bus and L on our own to Wrigley Field. This could have been the day we found out the difference between CTA A trains and B trains. I haven’t sat in the bleachers since September 23, 1982, when 4,344 fans showed up to see the two National League East bottom dwellers face off on a Wednesday afternoon. The Mets won, 5-4, with no home runs that day but a ball caught in batting practice that day. 

Cleveland Indians vs. Boston Red Sox, September 5, 1961. I used Baseball Reference to determine the date of the game, a night game before a day game during our after-camp visit to New York City and Boston. The Yankees were on the road during our stay, delaying my first trip to The Stadium for seven years. It was also between the time the Giants left the Polo Grounds and the Mets made it their temporary home. The ticket agent was nice enough to tell my father to buy general-admission tickets; the ushers allowed people in that section to move closer to home plate as soon as the first pitch was thrown. The Indians defeated the Red Sox, 9-5, before a decent-sized crowd for the time of 14,471. 

Chicago Cubs vs. Milwaukee Braves, May 4, 1963. At my only trip to County Stadium for baseball (attended a Bears-Packers exhibition game there in August 1968), we saw an MLB record that should never be broken. Our mother had gone to Europe with three friends, and dad took Frank and me for the Saturday game. During the rain delay, our father contacted Chicago American reporter Jim Enright, who found an empty press box for us. In its inimical wisdom, MLB instructed umpires to crack down on balks. Braves and former White Sox pitcher Bob Shaw was called for 5 balks before being ejected with one out in the 5^th inning. Shortly thereafter, MLB saw the error of its ways. The Cubs won, 7-5, before a sparse crowd of 8,524. 

Cincinnati Reds vs. St. Louis Cardinals, August 14, 1965. You know you’re aging when the ballpark that replaced the one you’ve visited has also been replaced. On a typical hot summer St. Louis evening, I attended my only game at the old Sportsman’s Park/Busch Stadium. My camp friend Bill Glassman arranged for his grandparents to take us for the round trip beginning in hometown Mt. Vernon, Illinois. Despite star-studded line-ups (Rose, Bench, Frank Robinson, Tony Perez and Pinson for the Reds; Brock, Flood, McCarver and Boyer for the Cardinals), neither team contended for the National League crown. The 1964 World Series winners drew only 16,484 for the Friday tilt, which they won, 4-2.

Houston Astros vs. Philadelphia Phillies, April 19, 1968. I had the same situation with Shibe Park/Connie Mack Stadium, but unfortunately didn’t keep the stub. Traveling with three fellow Lehigh University freshman, we were among 6,671 who witnessed a snappy 2-hour, 2-minute game (neither team got a runner past 2^nd base) won by the Phillies, 2-1, on home runs by Bobby Wine (1 of 30 in his 12-year MLB career) and Dick Allen (who was still booed the next time up). John Bateman hit his first of four home runs that season. I loved that ballpark; our seats in the upper deck past 1^st base seemed to hang almost to the field. 

Chicago White Sox vs. Oakland A’s, September 24, 1980. My only visit to a multipurpose stadium (the last currently in existence) followed a business trip to Stockton. Neither team was contending; only 2,836 showed up for the late-season game. I bought the ticket in the parking lot from a kid carrying a broken Wayne Nordhagen bat. Surveying the empty stands before the game, Sox pitcher Ross Baumgarten, brother of my classmate Craig and one of Uncle Adolph’s former patients, asked me, “Isn’t this a glamorous life?” The A’s won, 7-1, holding the Sox to 2 hits. 

The last game in the old Comiskey Park and first game in the new Comiskey Park. Both were surreal events. The Sox defeated the Mariners (Griffey Sr. and Jr. were in the Seattle line-up), 2-1, on September 30, 1990. The new ballpark experience on April 28, 1991, was notable for several reasons, including sitting higher up for a baseball game than in my previous 37 years (that row and several others in the back of the upper deck were removed after the 2004 season), seeing the old ballpark across the street being demolished and watching the Sox lose to the Tigers, 16-0. 

Chicago White Sox vs. Milwaukee Brewers, July 7, 2001. The inaugural season for Miller Park (now American Family Field) promised to be our first indoor game, as heavy rains poured during our drive north. The roof was closed when we arrived in the far parking lot; by the time we entered the stadium, the roof was open. The Sox hit four home runs, including a 440-foot shot by DH Jose Conseco, on the way to an 8-4 win before 40,332 fans. 

Montreal Expos vs. Florida Marlins, September 14, 2004. The game at then-U.S. Cellular Field was moved from then-Pro Player Stadium because of Hurricane Ina. Part of the general-admission ticket proceeds went to hurricane relief. The Marlins defeated the Expos, 8-6, thanks to a 6-run (5-uneared) 6^th inning. Only 5,457 witnessed this unusual event.

 

Milwaukee Brewers vs. Florida Marlins, April 9, 2007. Frank and I didn’t take into account the Marlins had virtually no season-ticket holders, causing us to circle Dolphin Stadium twice before finding a seller. There is no price on the ticket; I think we paid $30 for two. The Marlins won, 5-3; Miguel Cabrera is the last active player from the game, while Brewers manager Craig Counsell played shortstop for Milwaukee and Yankees manager Aaron Boone pinch-hit for Florida. Despite attendance at a highly inflated 11,157 in the cavernous stadium, I was impressed that the ushers prohibited fans from returning to their seats until the batter completed his plate appearance.  

Chicago White Sox vs. New York Yankees, September 18, 2008. The final White Sox game in the old (but renovated) Yankee Stadium, just before the final series of the year. Despite losing both games I attended, the Sox made the post-season on the 1-0 Blackout game playoff win vs. the Twins. My first game here was Denny McLain’s second win of his 31-win season, April 27, 1968. My thoughts as I left The Stadium were on football, not baseball: My parents, married one year, attended the Army-Illinois game, October 11, 1947, which ended in a 0-0 tie. 

Florida Marlins vs. Baltimore Orioles, April 1, 2009. Frank and I didn’t know at the time we’d attended the final MLB Spring Training game in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, before the O’s departed for Sarasota. It was also our first game with legitimate senior-citizen tickets, reduced from $14.00. The Marlins were trouncing the Orioles, 12-2, in the 7^th inning (reserves were jogging in the outfield during play) when we head back to our apartment and the pool. 

Chicago White Sox vs. Colorado Rockies, July 7, 2017. Print-at-home ticket had its day for a short period until teams figured out they could be mass-produced and sold to unsuspecting fans. My cousin Cathy and I used the opportunity to see the Sox in Denver while visiting my brother. The Sox lost, 12-4, with 38,386 in attendance. The next night we saw Jose Quintana’s final Sox appearance and a Sox 5-4 victory, thanks to a 437-foot home run by Tim Anderson. 

Houston Astros vs. Chicago White Sox, October 10, 2021. Just when I thought baseball’s paper tickets were extinct, I found one. Families of White Sox personnel were issued paper tickets for the 2021 post-season; this one was used by a friend. With their backs against the wall, the White Sox erased a 5-1 deficit in Game 3 of the ALDS for a convincing 12-6 win. I was one of 40,288 fans to witness the contest, using an on-your-phone ticket for Section 126, Row 9 (5 rows behind the 1^st-base dugout), Seat 4. The season ended two days later, the less said the better.

Welcome to the Working Week

In late August 55 years ago, I finished my first 8 hours-a-day, 5 days-a-week job. This led me to think about how much has changed about the nature of work and our metropolitan area since then.

Because of an early interest in becoming a lawyer, I asked my father to help me find a summer job at a downtown law firm after my junior year in high school in 1966. I took the train downtown to talk to Irving Goldberg, the head of his company’s law firm, only to be told at the end of the discussion that it didn’t hire office boys (as they were known back then). I liked the experience; my mother was none too happy he wasted my time.

Two years earlier, my father left his CPA firm, whose largest client was Pick Hotels, for private industry. He kept contact with various people from his accounting days, one of whom was Alan Altheimer, head of the law firm that represented Pick Hotels. This trip downtown was successful, and I was hired as one of two office boys at Altheimer, Gray, Naiburg, Strasburger & Lawton. My salary: $60 a week ($505 in 2021 dollars).

Chicago and North Western Hubbard Woods Station

We were living at the time in the North Shore suburbs, so I made the round-trip commute on the pre-Metra Chicago and North Western train from the Hubbard Woods station to what we simply called the North Western station. A monthly pass was a little more than $30 (about $250 in today’s dollars). Upon arriving downtown (the passengers were mostly men, almost all clad in jackets/suits and ties), I walked through 2 North Riverside Plaza (formerly the Daily News Building) out to W. Madison Street for a 5-block, 10-minute walk to the 18^th-floor offices in the 1 North LaSalle Building. Walking back to the station after work, I’d pass the iconic Cohasset Punch (actually Ladner Brothers) at W. Madison and S. Wells streets before buying the Chicago Daily News (7 cents a copy, I believe) to read on the train home.

2 N. Riverside Plaza

The law firm, founded in 1914 by Louis Altheimer, Alan’s father, had only about 20 attorneys on staff at the time. My duties included photocopying (the Xerox machine had curved glass), making deliveries and pick-ups around the Loop, filing documents at the Civic (now Daley) Center (then the city’s tallest building, recently surpassing the Prudential and Board of Trade) and taking care of mail (the postage meter had a crank). Ironically, 15 years later, in my first job in public relations, the low-rent agency still had a curved-glass Xerox machine and postage meter with a crank, as well as a plug-in switchboard and crappy Smith-Corona typewrites that punched holes in the paper when typing periods.

Daley (formerly Civic) Center

The office had very few amenities, even for the attorneys. During my first few weeks, the office manager installed a coffee machine; despite that, the lawyers still went downstairs for coffee breaks because they didn’t like the instant coffee. Lunch was almost always in a brown paper bag my mother prepared. Occasionally, I’d meet my father at Bolling’s or perhaps Harding’s, where my mother claimed dad learned how to carve by watching the guys behind the counter.

I had a few notable experiences that summer. One morning I had a delivery to the brokerage Paine Webber Jackson & Curtis at 208 S. LaSalle St. Upon alighting from the escalator, I viewed the vast second-floor trading department that covered the entire floor. Seated at the very first desk in the near corner: Gale Sayers, who as a Chicago Bears running back was voted 1965 NFL Rookie of the Year by three wire services. In those days, even the superstars had off-season jobs.

A lunchtime meeting with my friend and neighbor Richard Friedman educated me on “The Chicago Way.” Richard was working at the Civic Center, and I asked what he was doing. “I’m on hour one of my two-hour lunch break,” he replied. In talking about his work (he actually did), Richard related that on his first day his supervisor showed him the time clock. The man added, “See these guys here? They’re punched in to 5 o’clock but don’t expect to find them after noon.”

With my newfound riches, my father opened a savings account at his bank, Lake Shore National at 605 N. Michigan Ave. I stayed with the bank and its four successors until early this year, after Chase announced a $35 a month checking account fee; the bank later changed it to $15 a month but free if you had direct deposits (too late, we had already opened a new account).

Lake Shore National (now Chase) Bank

I returned to Altheimer Gray (it later shortened the name to Altheimer & Gray) the following summer, with a raise to $65 a week. Duties were the same, and I don’t remember anything notable at work. I was downtown for the unveiling of the controversial Picasso sculpture on August 15, 1967. Back in those days, young Black boys with shoeshine boxes fanned out over the Loop. From them I learned about a Spit Shine (I thought he’d said “Smith Shine”). I’d get a 25-cent shine every so often, which was much cheaper than in a shoeshine parlor. Because dignitaries from around the world were attending the ceremony, the Chicago Police took it upon themselves to run the shoeshine boys out of the area. Heaven forbid our city’s great international image should be tarnished by youngsters hustling to make some legitimate cash. Of course, in a little more than a year, the Chicago Police would do their best to tarnish that image big time.

Picasso sculpture

I would return to downtown commuting in 1969 after working the previous summer at my father’s envelope factory. Our family moved back into the city in 1970, and I never moved to the suburbs. Until going into business for myself in 2000, my commute generally involved CTA buses. One of these days, I’ll take the train up to the North Shore, just to re-live those summer days. And I can spot several buildings taller than the Daley Center just by looking out our windows.

100 Years of the Chicago White Sox

This year marks 100 years since our family began attending Chicago White Sox games. From a single detail on the pitchers back in 1921, I found the first game at which my uncle, Dr. Adolph Nachman, first stepped foot into Comiskey Park.

 In an interview for a book about Comiskey Park, Adolph told author Floyd Sullivan that he didn’t know anything about White Sox history before attending his first game, including the Black Sox saga that resulted in eight Sox players being banned beginning after the previous season for fixing the 1919 World Series. I assume his father (my grandfather), a Romanian immigrant, was not interested in baseball. At the time, the family lived either at 6054 S. Michigan Avenue or 7430 S. Bennett Avenue. 

Comiskey Park, 1912

Adolph, who possessed an extraordinary memory well into age 101, said for years the pitchers that day were Red Faber for the White Sox and Eddie Rommel for the Philadelphia Athletics. Thanks to continuing updates from Baseball Reference, I found the game was played on August 21, 1921. The 7^th-place Sox, managed by Kid Gleason, met the 8^th-place A’s, managed by the legendary Connie Mack. Despite their eventual 62-92 record, the Sox sported four future Hall of Famers that day: Faber, Eddie Collins, Harry Hooper and Ray Schalk. Faber, winning 25 games, and Dickie Kerr, victorious in both starts in the 1919 World Series, with 19 wins accounted for the major share of the Sox’s wins in 1921. 

Red Faber

Rommel, who served as an American League umpire from 1938 to 1959 (2 World Series, 6 All-Star Games), was not the starting pitcher. Roy Moore yielded 4 runs on 5 hits and 2 walks before being removed after the 2^nd inning. The game eventually went 10 innings, with the A’s victorious, 6-5. Faber pitched a complete game, giving up 6 runs (5 earned) on 11 hits, 4 strikeouts and 2 walks. Rommel picked up the win, holding the Sox to 1 run on 8 hits on 3 strikeouts and 2 walks. 

Eddie Rommel

Some notable game statistics. Of the 24 hits, 3 doubles were the only extra-base hits. A’s outfielder Whitey Whitt went 4-5, while Collins had a 3-5 day. Hervey McClellan, a 5’9”, 143-pound utility infielder who died tragically from cancer 4 years later, pinch-ran for pinch-hitter Fred Bratschi, who doubled batting for Faber in the 10^th inning.  Only two umpires worked the game. At season’s end, Rommel would lead the American League with 23 losses for the 53-100 A’s, 45 games behind the champion New York Yankees. The Sox would draw 543,650 fans, 4th among 8 teams. The Boston Red Sox averaged only 1,813 per game.

 The White Sox experienced several lean years from the 1920s through the 1940s. Adolph was joined by my father, Marvin (5 years his junior), on their trips to Comiskey Park. Dad never provided memories of those early years, so I don’t know his first season. Adolph told me they took the Wentworth Avenue streetcar to the games; Wentworth now runs parallel to the west side of the Dan Ryan Expressway, ending at W. 47^th Street. 

Adolph and Marvin, Paw Paw Lake, Michigan, 1930s

Adolph and Marvin finally made it to a World Series on the South Side of Chicago in 1959. Dad, Frank and I saw the Sox win Game 1, 11-0, from the right-field lower deck. The brothers watched the two losses, including the Series-ending Game 6, from Adolph’s seats in Box 45, Tier 6. At age 93, Adolph took a pass on the 2005 post-season games (he attended games until 2011). Frank and I attended Game 1 of the 2005 World Series, a 5-3 victory, while Adolph’s children – Jim, Bob and Cathy, also carried on the twice in what is now 101 seasons World Series tradition. 

With cousin Jim Nachman, Game 1, 2005 World Series

My White Sox history dates back to 1954 (or possibly 1953). I don’t remember the first game but I know one that season was with the Baltimore Orioles, the year after the St. Louis Browns played its final season. The pitcher was Duane Pillettte and one of the outfielders was Gil Coan, who was the third-oldest MLB player when he passed away last year at age 97.  I saw the Sox play every year on the South Side until the no-attendance 2020 season except the disastrous 56-106 1970 season. Not surprisingly, the game I saw in Fenway Park on May 31, 1970, ended in a 4-3 loss when starter Tommy John and relievers Wilbur Wood and Danny Murphy couldn’t hold a 3-1 lead in the 9^th inning, yielding 4 hits and 2 walks and only 1 out. 

Gil Coan, 1955 Bowman card

Over these 100 seasons, the White Sox have made only 6 post-season appearances and 1 World Series victory. Despite losing two starting outfielders from most if not all of this season, expectations are still high for not only another post-season appearance but a World Series showdown and victory. No more wait until next year.

Yermin Mercedes, Opening Day 2021

A Not So Fond Farewell

 I’ve been in countless airports in the United States and Europe, even Spencer Municipal Airport (Spencer, Iowa, population: 11,317), where our flight was diverted because the airport in Sioux City, Iowa, was fogged in. Oddly enough, one airport reminded me of Spencer: Berlin Tegel Airport. I’ve flown in and out four times and each one was hardly what one would expect from an airport in a major world capital. 

Spencer Iowa Airport Entrance

Tempelhof, Berlin’s first airport, opened in 1927, and the partition of Germany and Berlin after World War II led to the construction of two additional facilities. Schönefeld was completed in 1946 to serve East Germany and the Soviet section of Berlin. Stalin decided to test American resolve and ordered a blockade of West Berlin (American, British and French sectors), preventing essential goods from being trucked in from West Germany. The solution: the Berlin Airlift. After the blockade commenced in June 1948, supplies would now be flown in, and the French authorities in charge of the Tegel district ordered the construction of a 2,500-meter-long runway, the longest in Europe at the time. The first plane, a U.S. Air Force Douglas C-54, landed in November 1948. After the blockade ended six months later, Tegel became the Berlin base of the French Air Force. Tempelhof’s runways were too short for the advent of larger jets in the 1950s, and Tegel replaced it as Berlin’s major airport.

 The reunification of Germany and the movement of the capital from Bonn to Berlin caused air traffic to reach 24 million in 2019, ten times more than the airport’s original capacity. Planning for a new airport started in 1989 and construction on a new airport finally began in 2006. So much for German ingenuity; Brandenburg International Airport was scheduled to open in 2011 but numerous delays pushed the date out ten years, necessitating a third terminal to open in Tegel in 2017. 

Berlin Tegel Airport

In September 2016, we traveled to Prague, Vienna and Budapest. Because there were no direct flights from Chicago to Prague or from Budapest to Chicago, we flew Air Berlin with connecting flights through Berlin. As a footnote, Air Berlin – an excellent airline – ceased operations in October 2017, necessitating our return flight from our October 2019 visit to Berlin to connect in Brussels (no direct flights). Shortly before our departure, I read a post by my friend Bob Elisberg that the Berlin airport was little more than a glorified bus terminal (and that Budweiser in Europe is NOT the American King of Beers but a European brew).

Arriving in Prague, Septembr 7, 2016

Upon landing in Prague on September 7, we departed the plane the old-fashioned way – by stairs – and took a bus into a rectangular building that looked like (surprise!) a glorified bus terminal. On top of that, our prop-plane flight to Prague was delayed 40 minutes. Also waiting for the flight were some 20-somethings from Chicago who had band gigs in Prague, one of whom worked as a vendor in the Scout Seats at Sox Park. I told him if they got in trouble the U.S. Ambassador was from Chicago (we were guests at the residence the following evening); he promised to travel the straight and narrow. The terminal did have a Fabriano Boutique. 

Tegel Airport Auxiliary Terminal, September 7, 2016

The flight from Budapest on September 18 was uneventful, this time again crossing the tarmac but to the main terminal. Our flight home was from the first gate and, because of a tight schedule, I took one photo before entering the gate area, from which you could not leave. Shortly thereafter, I received a tap on my shoulder and a voice that said, “Is this the Standard Club?” It was Warren Katz, a fellow member who I saw regularly in the Health & Fitness Center locker room. In my first encounter back, I caught him from behind and inquired, “Is this the Berlin Airport?” 

Tegel Airport Main Terminal, September 18, 2016

Our second and final Tegel was a near disaster. Our September 17, 2019, Paris-to-Berlin flight landed out on the tarmac, from which we sprinted to the main terminal through a light rain (luckily the only rain during our 12-day trip). Passing through the security checkpoint staffed by two Uzi-armed military personnel, we inquired about the whereabouts of the baggage claim. Told it was behind the checkpoint, we were refused reentry into the area to claim our bags, despite our pleas that we’d just disembarked. No can do. Instead, we first waited for 15 minutes in what was the wrong place to claim your baggage, then headed back out in a heavier rain to the auxiliary terminal to the correct window. There we went through a check list of illustrations showing the style, size and color of our bags, then forked over 25 Euros for the privilege of getting back our bags. It took about 20 minutes, rather shorter than we had anticipated. We made it to the hotel and the dock for our reserved Spree river tour with time to spare.

I don’t remember anything about our departure on September 22, other than knowing if I ever made it back to Berlin – a fascinating city in many ways – it wouldn’t be through Tegel. Our connecting flight was through Brussels, a beautiful airport far more convenient than Heathrow, Frankfurt or de Gaulle.  The new Berlin Brandenburg Airport opened on October 31, 2020, and the last flights left Tegel eight days later. 

Brussels International Airport, September 22, 2019

Back to Spencer, Iowa. Three international public relations agencies were making new-business pitches to the infamous IBP, the former Iowa Beef Processors. One of the other account teams – Ketchum – was on the same plane and, because Ketchum’s presentation time was before ours, we told them to take the town’s only taxi for the 100-mile drive to Sioux City. Our team – corporate practice leader Paul Rand, public affairs practice leader Robert Pflieger and me, investor relations practice leader – was left to figure out how to get to our presentation. The cabdriver’s wife agreed to take us for a reasonable fare, and the three of us piled into her white Cadillac DeVille with red leather seats and headed to Sioux City. Lunch was a microwaved burrito in a Casey’s General Store on Iowa Highway 60. 

IBP Truck (Photo Russ MacNeil)

IBP management wanted to push our presentation to the following day, but because of pressing appointments back in the Chicago the following day, they agreed to hear our pitch. Without luggage, we checked into a hotel across the river in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, courtesy of IBP. Because Rob didn’t want to fly a prop plane as part of our return trip, we departed very early the next morning for Minneapolis before returning home. Four states, four plane trips and one 100-mile drive in the span of 24 hours in 1999. The result: IBP didn’t choose anyone and was acquired by Tyson Foods two years later.

Cutting From the Chase

Last week we closed our bank accounts at one bank because we had opened an account at another. Perhaps a sign of the times, we went from the nation’s largest bank and second largest and seventh largest in the world based on revenues and assets, respectively, to a virtual bank – no brick and mortar – at one of our investment companies. Ordinarily this wouldn’t be anything to write about but like many things in life, so please bear with me.

 My father left his CPA firm in 1963 to join his friend and fraternity brother Les Weil at American Envelope Company, serving as chief financial officer and treasurer. The company had its banking relationship with Lake Shore National Bank, which had its offices at the corner of N. Michigan Avenue and E. Ohio Street. During my stint at the company during the summer of 1968, I watched him balance a half-million-dollar bank statement in his head – he had a photographic memory – and know the reason for the few dollars’ discrepancy. 

American Envelope Company playing cards. It would have had to changed its logo.

With my first summer job in 1966, I opened a passbook account at Lake Shore National. In those days before direct deposit, ATMs and Internet/smartphone banking, my father deposited my paychecks (and any others I might receive) during his frequent trips to the bank. One year later, I opened my first checking account at Lake Shore before heading off to college. Dad would deposit my “allowance” each month in that account, letting me know so I could enter it into my ledger. I would do the same for our daughter when she entered college in 1997. 

Lake Shore National Bank passbook

I’m slightly exaggerating that this relationship lasted continually 55 years. Shortly after my father died suddenly in 1973, I received a three-month-old deposit receipt in the mail with no note or explanation. Bringing it to the bank, I was informed my rather large deposit went into my father’s estate account and thus had earned no interest (back in the days when passbooks earned decent interest) during that period. When I asked him to credit the lost interest, he replied, “Tell me how much you want. I’ll take it out of your father’s account.” Knowing that was wrong, I said, “You don’t know who you’re dealing with” and went straight upstairs to the executive who handled the American Envelope account to point out this error. The bank gave me the interest.

 A few years later, we opened accounts at First Chicago’s banking subsidiary, the venerable First National Bank of Chicago, and stopped using our Lake Shore accounts. First Chicago acquired Lake Shore National in 1994, so we still would have ended up at The First. One year later, First Chicago merged with NBD (holding company for the National Bank of Detroit) to form First Chicago NBD. That company in turn was bought by Columbus, Ohio-based Banc One Corporation in 1998; the merged company was renamed Bank One Corporation and moved its headquarters to Chicago. Finally, Bank One was acquired by JP Morgan Chase in 2004; its bank’s origins date back to 1799 and include Bank of the Manhattan, Chase Manhattan, Manufacturers Hanover and Chemical Bank. 

First National Bank of Chicago cover. We kept our checks in it for decades.

After the 2008 financial crisis caused banks and brokerage houses to lower their minimums, we enrolled in Chase Private Client, which combines bank accounts with JP Morgan investment management. The program was excellent. Our investment accounts consistently outperformed the market, and our banker handled important financial issues for my mother immediately before and after her death in 2013. Our investment advisor announced he was leaving JP Morgan in December 2019, and we elected to move our accounts with him. Before long, we not unexpectedly were informed we would no longer be part of Private Client unless we met a specific requirement.

 The letter from Chase stipulated we were required to maintain a six-figure balance in JP Morgan by the end of 2000 or be subject to a $35.00/month charge for a checking account. That was it. Right away, we moved to open a checking account at Charles Schwab Bank, where we also have investment accounts. This involved changing pension and Social Security deposits information as well as the bank from which bills would be paid. The former needs at least two months to be effective. We planned to close the accounts after Janet’s Medicare premium was paid (she doesn’t receive Social Security so it has to be paid directly) this month. Just as that payment was received (after putting off our Chase banker until these transactions were transferred), we received a letter stating our accounts would be changed to a different type of accounts but keep the account numbers – no need to change deposit and payment data – and fee-free (otherwise $12/month) if we had very minimal automatic monthly deposits. Suffice to say, if we’d known that in the fall, we would have kept our accounts there.

 The banker was very gracious in closing our accounts, admitting the bank handled the communications poorly, intimating it had initially thought this would be an opportunity to bring significant funds into the company. My guess is later management saw it wasn’t happening and opted to try to retain low-balance customers.

 Now this may seem like just a screed about a large corporation neglecting its long-time customers. But it was more than that. I felt somewhat sad for a short time thereafter but never doubted my decision. Then I realized it was because of what it represented in life events: my first paychecks, first checking account, adding Janet’s name to our now joint accounts, opening accounts for Marisa and the challenges facing my mother’s imminent passing. Oh, and watching my father balance that half-million bank statement in his head.

My father at his 50th birthday party. The cake was made to look like a ledger.

Why Y2K?

Today is 21^st anniversary of the mostly forgotten Y2K, when some predicted all havoc would break loose after the stroke of midnight, January 1, 2000. Our family had a fairly unique experience on the eve of the nonevent.

Back in those days, booking travel – especially around the year-end holiday season – was much more difficult before the onset of online travel sites. Because Janet was a Chicago Public Schools (CPS) teacher and our daughter still in school, the end of December/beginning of January offered the only two weeks of winter travel to her parents’ former apartment in South Florida. Choice airline dates filled up quickly, so we routinely got on the phone early in the year to secure the best itinerary and fares. Janet had to return to work and Marisa to college right after the first of the year, so we booked our return flight on December 31, 1999. My mother booked the same flights, visiting her friend Dort a few towns over. Months later we heard about Y2K and worries about airplanes falling from the skies.

We didn’t even try to rebook, knowing it would be next to impossible to find decent dates and fares. My intuition was these catastrophes weren’t going to happen, reinforced by the opinion of my second cousin, Jim Wolfson, an MIT Ph.D., that the airlines had run hundreds of simulations to ensure their computers would be compliant with the change from 1 to 2. By then I had greater worries: my partner, with whom we had started a business in January 1998 and grew it into one of the 10 largest public relations agencies in Chicago, was basically forcing me out of the company.

The four of us ended up on the last United Airlines flight out of Fort Lauderdale-Hollywood International Airport in the 1900s (not the 20^th century, which ended December 31, 2000). The airport was nearly deserted, unlike the usual hustle-and-bustle of holiday times. Besides the relative quiet, I remember one other event.

Our refrigerator had been cleaned out before the trip home, so we opted to get food at airport. The only concession open was Miami Subs, so subs it would be. There was one person ahead of us in line, and the man perfectly personified my father’s favorite rhetorical question: “How come there are always more horses’ assess than horses?” He ordered a hamburger and was told they didn’t have any, to which he snidely replied, “Is it because you don’t have any or you just don’t feel to make one for me?” After receiving the same answer, Mr. Entitled (probably from New York) demanded to speak to the manager. He stepped aside; we ordered our subs and left before finding the result.

Our plane landed – probably early – at O’Hare around 9 p.m. Because there were four of us, we hired a limo to take us home. O’Hare was also virtually deserted, thanks to Y2K and the late hour, probably as deserted as it would be until the pandemic some 20 years later would bring air travel to a halt. The expressways home were a breeze; virtually nobody returning to the city from O’Hare and the fact that most people were probably already at their New Year’s Eve destination.

So, all was well that ended well. We experienced the easiest airplane trip of our lives and I negotiated an acceptable exit from my company effective March 31. None of you reading this will have to worry about Y3K; in fact, only your youngest children/grandchildren will see 2100. Let’s hope the planet hasn’t been ruined by then.