i know that this is the blog for my upcoming business, but today is different.
my grandfather passed away unexpectedly yesterday and i’m sad and i don’t feel it’s appropriate to talk about bags right now.
so i’ll tell you a little about him. stick around and read it, you might discover it’s worth it.
he grew up in a tiny town called parsons, kansas. when he was 16, he got an airplane instead of a car, as he was learning to fly and obsessed with aviation.
he was a fighter pilot in WWII and stationed in the bitter aleutian islands off of alaska, the front-line of defense against the japanese.
after the war, he got a job in broadcasting and did the first ever televised weather report on knbc in kansas city.
later, he hosted a show on the same station over the lunch hour called the ‘noon’ show. the only show to beat him in the daytime ratings was the mickey mouse club, when it started.
he played phenomenal jazz piano and would sit down and play song after song for all of us whenever we were together. he also would sit in with bands in kansas city and used to play at fedora’s on the plaza, when it was still there.
he and i graduated from ku together. it was an incredible experience and i’m so lucky to have had the opportunity. here are some links to a couple of articles that were written about it and him. read them, they will make you feel good and give you a great idea of the type of person he was.
the phrase i heard him say the most was ‘stop thrashing.’ it always made me laugh, even when i wasn’t supposed to be laughing.
when my cousin and i were little, we laid on our backs and threw crayons into the light fixture on the ceiling. 15 years later when they sold their house, he discovered it.
my grandfather always drove with one foot on the gas and one on the break. always.
he always chewed on his tongue and when i was a kid, i’d constantly ask him for a piece of gum and be entirely confused when he’d tell me he didn’t have any.
thanks for taking the time to read this. have a good weekend.