Go ahead, see if you can. Choose from these groups of sailors:
bound to make these United States proud, the man who would grow up to:
…host his own jazz radio program, broadcast from the depths of San Bernardino, California. They would change his last name, but not his first – deeming it worthy to be included in the title of the program.
…win seven Emmys, for work on shows as varied as The Julie Andrews Show, Alice Cooper: Welcome To My Nightmare and the 1976, 1984 and 1988 Winter Olylmpics (getting him a free ride to Montreal, Sarejevo and Calgrary, as well.)
…work for 47 years for ABC television – learning all the intricicies of video tape editing, as the methodology changed from the cut and paste of the mid 20th century to the banks of computers of the 21st century. Talents changed, employees came and went, but really, there was none better. Ask around.
Can you figure this out? Can you detect the potential fatherly wisdom lurking behind the faces of these Tars? He is in each of these photos.
He would also:
…be repeatedly mistaken for Robert Mitchem
…do his editing work – once – with Sammy Davis Jr. watching over his shoulder.
…receive a Dean Martin CD from me although I had accidently stepped on the case (note to Aubrey – delete this, please)
…grow tomatoes each year – of all sorts and colors, all reds and golds – of such quality, planted with such reverent care, that the local news program he was working on ran a pictoral feature on them.
…do anything for his family and never – ever – complain.
…grow into that quality – inaccesable, undefineable, simple yet complex, familiar but beyond reach – the quality that confounded Somerset Maugham…goodness.
…have a daughter who couldn't love him more, despite his history of swabbing the decks for America's navy.
So. Happy Father's Day, then, to my dad – to my knowledge, there is no father who is better, and there is no one as good.