59 years publishing the news
I have always gloried in being the father of a flock of boys.
Macho thing? Perhaps. But it gave me a sense of uniqueness. Just lucky, but I have always liked being envied for my brood. Of course, it is just chance at work.
Those boys, eventually five, were arranged by my first wife, Lee Bower, whom I met by chance while walking down the hall past my high school auditorium and hearing piano music.
Curious, I opened the double door and there was a pretty blonde seated at a piano up on the stage all by herself playing "Deep Purple," which happened to be one of my favorite melodies. I watched and listened with fascination. Then I quietly left.
Wonder of wonders, not long after that, I was calling on another blonde who lived near me in an apartment house. I was knocking on her door one Saturday when another door opened down the hall.
There stood the piano player. I was a little stunned.
"Orpha is not home," she yelled.