This is the General Motors Building, where my dad went to work from 1955 to 1971 (and where he met my mother, as I've written about in Raised By Mad Men). He had a secretary named Margaret Mary. His own steel-executive father once visited him in his office here, looked around in awe and said, "Bud, are you this good?"
This is the corner office at the Vital Speeches of the Day headquarters in Chicago. That little mo-chine perched on the clutter in the foreground scans subscription checks and posts them to our bank account. My dad, from the dusty photo of him near the top right, is probably saying, "Bud, aren't you better than this?"