This is a rambling and I’m just trying to organize thoughts. Theoretically it will be transformed into something better. Right.
The Beginning
My heroes are old Jewish guys. The Marx Brothers, Jack Benny, George Burns. That sort of thing. Naturally my father fits in there, and really, it’s all his fault.
The Moment of Arrival
San Diego, California, 1984, KNX 1070 news radio on your AM dial. 9 PM, Sunday night. “The Jack Benny Program!” Jack was fighting with guest star Fred Allen, and was telling Fred how Jello was going to have eight delicious flavors: strawberry, grape, cherry, orange, lemon, lime and black and blue! Thirty minutes later, I was forever hooked on the humor of a man who had been dead for ten years.
Things I want to mention
Thursday nights, ice skating and Sgt. Preston.
The Cisco Kid and Pancho. Oh Cisco! Perhaps my first HoYay! show.
X Minus-1: the most terrifying show ever!
The Black Museum: Why Orson Wells never scared me, but made me think.
The Third Man: How Orson Wells, again, brought the dead to life.
Sherlock Holmes: Nothing like the books!