11/08/2019
One of my Father's closest friends who was also a true mentor and father-figure to him was Arthur Rubloff, the incredible visionary real estate legend who is forever credited with developing North Michigan Avenue and naming it "The Magnificent Mile."
In the link to the article from the Chicago Tribune at the bottom of this post, originally written on August 29, 2007, Arthur's life and contributions to Chicago are discussed by Arthur's closest friends ... Dr. Eddie Newman, Harry Rosenberg Sr., Austin Hirsch, and my Father, Vince Gavin.
I'm sure the "downtown club" referenced where this discussion took place was The Standard Club, where my Father and I also had lunch and shared many laughs with Harry and Austin while I sought their advice in the Fall of 2011. This lunch with Harry and Austin, who my Father referred to as "geniuses" and "The Best", turned out to be one of the most informative, insightful, and valuable few hours of my life.
While this article discusses many of Arthur's great accomplishments in real estate and charitable contributions to Chicago, I'll always remember and cherish my own memories with Arthur Rubloff.
They include my Father and I meeting Arthur almost every Saturday morning at 9 am at Evergreen Plaza to "walk the mall", vacations at one of Arthur's condos at The Warwick in Fort Lauderdale while visiting Arthur in his penthouse of The Breakers in West Palm Beach, and how I would watch in awe as how he would always give back to those who were less fortunate ... $100 bills, food, clothing, gift certificates ... anything for anybody.
I'll also never forget the early evening of May 24, 1986. Arthur passed away earlier in the day at the age of 83. It was the top story that night on every local newscast.
My Father was with Arthur at his side during his final days all of the way until the very end.
When my Father walked through the garage door leading into our family room that evening, I'll never forget what he was wearing that day ... his baby blue sportcoat, white shirt, and khaki "slacks." I remember it so vividly because, in part, it was also the first time of very few times in my life, I saw my Dad with tears in his eyes. My Father was 42 years old. I was 12 years old.
Just like my Father, Arthur Rubloff was one of a kind ... both were wonderful men, great leaders, and true legends.
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Below is the link to the article titled "Gone" from the Chicago Tribune, originally published on August 29, 2007.
https://www.chicagotribune.com/news/ct-xpm-2007-08-29-0708280920-story.html