When I grew up in Philadelphia, people were as passionate about Sinatra and linguini as they were about politics and religion. Our apartment, across from Rittenhouse Square, was near the Philadelphia Art Museum, the Liberty Bell, Theaters, Symphony, Restaurants, The Latin Casino, small folk clubs and Dick Clark’s American Bandstand. The excitement of the city, its people, food and music were my inspiration and motivation to pioneer the growth of San Diego’s downtown community—especially the Gaslamp Quarter. Starting when I was eight years old, I worked at my Grandmother Mary’s dress store in South Philadelphia. After school I helped the seamstresses sew and steam clothes, I sat by the cash register and watched my grandmother collect the money, and I happily assisted in the selection of the latest fashions on our buying trips to New York City. My mother Shirley, “The Magic Lady” played piano on her own local television show. In addition to being young, sexy and glamorous, she had this wonderful passion for cooking amazing meals and throwing spectacular parties at the drop of a hat. I learned to cook with her and started singing in local clubs and on television by the time I was ten. My father, Sidney Jacobson was a general practitioner with his medical office in our home. By the age of fifteen I was employed as the “junior art therapist” assisting my dad at the University of Pennsylvania where he did his residency and began his psychiatric practice. As a teenager I was energetic and always busy with studying, singing, painting, playing field hockey, softball and practicing my dance routine to become a “regular” on American Bandstand. I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to be a gymnast, a psychiatrist, a fine artist or a singer on the Hit Parade. But, more than anything I wanted family, especially after my parent’s divorce when I was five.