The first time I laid eyes on Bob Hope he was riding on the back of a convertible down the main street of Wapakoneta, Ohio in September 1969. An entertainment icon looking for a reporter with a dumb question. Luckily,…
The first time I laid eyes on Bob Hope he was riding on the back of a convertible down the main street of Wapakoneta, Ohio in September 1969. An entertainment icon looking for a reporter with a dumb question. Luckily,…
I went back to my past a few weeks ago–and discovered they were tearing It down. The past had been safely housed for over forty years inside the old gray stone monolith that was the Windsor Star on the corner of…
Before I met Neil Armstrong’s mother, I bought a new suit. It was gray with blue pin stripes. I looked like a twenty-year-old banker in it. A pimply twenty-year-old banker. I thought of that suit again yesterday when the news came…