Haberdashery, 2026. Graphite and ink on paper, approximately 6½ × 5 inches. Bill Hendricks.
I am going to BE A HAT CHECK GIRL!
Me too! I’m gonna go right to the top I’m gonna be a hat check girl At one of those East Side, high-class restaurants Take your hat, sir! Take your coat, sir! Take your vest, sir! Take your pants! Take your socks, sir! Take your shoes, sir! I can hold them while you dance Take your eyes, sir! Take your ears, sir! Check and see if you are free How about it after hours, I’ll take you and you’ll take me!
From “There’s Gotta Be Something Better Than This” Sweet Charity (1966)
Lyrics by Dorothy Fields
Music by Cy Coleman
Love the song. Love the musical.
A haberdashery needs a hat-check girl, no?
My drawing Haberdashery somehow brought out
the hat-check girl from Sweet Charity.
And come to think of it, my friends Eugene and Silvano
met at a coat check in New York.
Funny how these things connect.
I was walking today, thinking about how things have happened in my life. So much wasn’t planned. Things came along, I stepped into them, and before I knew it, I was doing it for better or worse.
Looking back, I’m amazed at how things worked out. But they weren’t always glory days. I didn’t always know where I was going or whether things would work out.
I kept doing it while making course corrections along the way. Now I’m spending more time thinking about what comes next, but I’m already doing what I want to do.
I’ve been noticing something similar in my drawings. Working with pen and ink makes me slow down. Every line matters. I have to look at what’s happening, think about what I’m doing, and decide where the next line goes.
It challenges me.
Maybe that’s why being present came to mind today. Whether I’m drawing or walking, there’s something about paying attention to what’s happening around me. I guess that is called presence.
Pipe Fitters, 2026, Mixed media on paper, Bill Hendricks
Maybe it started with something I heard at Meeting this weekend about being slow to anger. The message was partly about animals and how uncomplicatedly they can love us. But my mind went somewhere else.
If you want to be loved, love.
If you want people to be kind to you, be kind.
If you want charity, show charity.
It sounds terribly simple. Maybe too simple. But I keep coming back to the idea that eventually it isn’t what we say about ourselves that matters. It’s how we behave.
Quakers don’t ask each other for résumés before we sit together in worship. We don’t list our accomplishments before standing to speak. At least we shouldn’t have to.
And yet I have a résumé.
I moved myself to New York when I was young and somehow built a life there. I finished my bachelor’s degree and figured out a way to do it for next to nothing. I ran a gallery in Midtown Manhattan and increased its sales. Later, Michael and I had our own business. Michael worked his tail off to help make it succeed.
Then HIV changed our lives.
We closed the business and moved back to Minnesota. Somehow, through that enormous transition, neither of us lost our medical insurance. That may not sound like much today, but at the time it was a feat.
I went back to work.
Eventually I found myself teaching full-time at Minneapolis College. I stayed for more than twenty years. I helped build a department. I earned my graduate degree while working another job to help pay for it.
Woo-hoo.
There. I gave you the résumé.
But none of that is really the point.
A résumé pulls together the pieces of a life. It’s simple Gestalt. You don’t see all the individual pieces anymore. You see the overall shape.
It makes a life look planned.
Mine wasn’t.
There were good decisions and bad ones. Things I worked hard for and things that happened almost by accident. Sometimes I succeeded. Sometimes I screwed up. Sometimes my own behavior probably made things harder than they needed to be.
That’s the life.
And maybe that brings me back to the message I heard at Meeting.
If you want love, love.
If you want kindness, be kind.
If you want charity, show charity.
Who I am isn’t my résumé.
Behavior tells that story.
In the end, which matters more—the résumé or how you live your life?
“I paint because the spirits whisper madly inside my head.” —Attributed to El Greco
In 1969, I remember hearing about Stonewall late one night on KDWB radio. They were interviewing Jack Baker.
I was sixteen years old.
For the first time, I realized there were others. I wasn’t alone.
Looking back now, I realize that moment wasn’t just about being gay. It was the beginning of a lifelong search for direction—for understanding how people find their place in the world and how we make sense of lives that don’t always fit the expected path.
I’ve spent much of my life looking for paths.
Sometimes those paths appeared as maps. Sometimes as diagrams. Sometimes as outlines, websites, or decision trees. Often they appeared simply as ways of organizing what I could see—and finding relationships among things that did not, at first, seem connected.
As a teacher, I spent years making outlines, building websites, drawing wireframes, and thinking in mind maps. I taught Gestalt theory—the idea that our minds naturally seek relationships and organize visual information into meaningful wholes.
Being dyslexic, I think I was already doing that long before I knew there was a name for it.
I’ve often described myself as someone who sees patterns. And I still believe that’s true.
But during one of my daily walks, another thought quietly surfaced.
Maybe what has fascinated me all these years hasn’t been patterns themselves.
Maybe it’s been finding my way.
Patterns are useful because they reveal possible paths. Maps matter because they help us navigate. Even a labyrinth has a pattern—but its purpose isn’t the pattern itself. Its purpose is to help us travel and find ourselves.
That realization feels surprisingly important.
When I look back over my life—from hearing Jack Baker on the radio… to teaching students how we make sense of the world… to designing websites… to creating art… to exploring identity, community, and spirit—I don’t see disconnected experiences anymore.
I see one long journey.
The maps changed.
The questions changed.
The medium changed.
But the journey remained remarkably consistent.
Lately I’ve started calling some of my drawings Decision Trees.
At first I thought they were simply abstract compositions.
Now I wonder if they’re visual journals.
They resemble the maps, outlines, webs, and structures I have used throughout my life—not because I planned them that way, but because they’ve always been part of how I think.
Related post: This reflection continues the ideas I began exploring in Looking Back, Looking Forward, where I considered how patterns can help us find our way.
