Have you ever been yelled at by "The Chairman of the Board?" I have! This was my first summer working as a photojournalist. In 1983, I was 21 years old, feeling determined to be the best photographer on staff at the small daily newspaper in Chicago, The Daily Southtown Economist. I LOVE music; I grew up listening to records with my father. The turntable would have an eclectic selection of music from Arlo Guthrie's Alice's Restaurant to Frank Sinatra Classics on any given day. When I got the assignment to photograph the Rat Rack, I was excited and nervous simultaneously. I checked my gear, two 35mm film cameras, a Canon A1 and AT1, no motor drive, single advance. I only had three lenses, 28mm, 50mm, and 200mm. I arrived at the Chicago Theater, showed my press pass, and was admitted to the theater. There were no release forms, no PR people, no restrictions, use common sense. I took my position, orchestra center, kneeling as not to obstruct anyone's view. The assignment was to get a photograph with the three of them in one frame and make edition. The house lights dimmed, the curtain went up, a crescendo of music erupted, and The Rat Pack took the stage singing and commiserating. After their first set, I've managed to click off a roll and a half of Kodak TriX film, no flash allowed. Frank Dean and Sammy were enjoying a cigarette and cocktails. Suddenly, Frank looked into the audience and said, "Hey, kid" he couldn't mean me! I nodded; Sinatra said, did you get your picture yet?" I shook my head yes; Frank motioned with his hand and said, then get the hell out of here. With my tail between my legs, I backed my way up the center aisle and made tracks for the car. I was so nervous. I didn't know if I had anything suitable for edition. I developed the two rolls of film, and luckily I have these classic, timeless photographs and a great story!