Interview with Terry Savage
Exclusive conversation with Chicago’s foremost financial broadcaster
Growing up in Chicagoland, I learned about the urgency of money, business and finance from broadcast journalist Terry Savage.
After I discovered the meaning of money from Ayn Rand upon reading Atlas Shrugged at the age of 18—as an aspiring teen-aged writer and dancer motivated to connect with those in the press and arts whom I thought might be able to grasp the novel—I cold called Miss Savage at a TV station out of curiosity. Chicago’s foremost personal finance guide took my call; we discussed our mutual admiration for Rand’s 1957 novel. Later, we connected on LinkedIn. A few weeks ago, I interviewed the bestselling author and former stock broker on assignment for Classic Chicago magazine.
The proper interview requires an ability to extemporaneously integrate essentials (read my retrospective story about my career interviews in the article linked below). This one affords a profile of Terry Savage—my premier interview for this Midwestern media, which introduced fiction this year with my short stories—and delves into her career, childhood and strategies. I learned about her philosophy during what may be a defining interview with one of Chicago’s premier businesswomen. Read this exclusive interview with Terry Savage, which debuts this weekend, here. (In the first-ever publication of my fiction with my non-fiction in the same issue, you can read my short story, “The Patient and the Passenger,” too).
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