Sunday, December 21, 2014

2014 celebrity obits: a personal connection

By Steve Crum

Like an old song will provoke memories of the first time one heard it, a celebrity’s death triggers recollections. Among the many showbiz folks who died in 2014 are a baker’s dozen I cannot think about without also thinking of friends or family. 

Permit me to share why these deceased celebs have personally connected with me…outside of appreciating their individual talents. 

•Shirley Temple Black [85, Feb. 10]…One Sunday a month, for many years, my parents, sister, and I would drive about an hour to get to our cousins’ farm located in Birmingham, Missouri. I never watched “Shirley Temple’s Storybook,” which ran from 1958-61, except when we visited our cousins. But my cousins did, and we were guests. 

So my sister and I watched too. 

•Sid Caesar [91, Feb. 12]…
I have dim recollection of watching Caesar’s early TV work, but his wonderful acting in 1963’s “It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World” always makes me smile as I also think of my Dad. He had divorced Mom a few months before, so he, my sister, and I were pretty dazed and depressed. Adding to that was the recent assassination of President Kennedy. Not long before Christmas that year, Dad treated us to the movie, in Cinerama, at the Empire Theatre in Kansas City, Mo. Dad laughed at Caesar and his cohorts…big time, nearly falling off his chair. His explosive outbursts made my sister and me crack up even more. I’ll never forget it. We three really needed those laughs. 

•David Brenner [78, March 15]…It was Brenner my second wife, Peggy, wanted to see perform when we vacationed in Las Vegas. He was actually her second choice after Siegfried and Roy. But they were sold out. Peggy made a good choice in David Brenner. He was very funny. 

•Mitch Leigh [86, March 16]…
I think of the “Man of La Mancha” composer and associate him with Dr. Richard  Rohan, my World Literature professor at Emporia State. When the touring musical was about to play in downtown Emporia, Kansas, Rohan was its greatest promoter, wearing a large “I’ve Seen ‘Man of La Mancha’” button to class every day for weeks. I saw the great production free while ushering it via my Alpha Phi Omega service fraternity.

•Mickey Rooney [93, April 6]…Here is another great who starred in “It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World.” Like Sid Caesar in the same film, Rooney contributed to making my Dad extremely happy. I also have to mention a hilarious bit Rooney did in the late 1950’s on “The Ed Sullivan Show” with Joey Foreman. Rooney played a man on the street who is pranked on a “Candid Camera”-like TV show. Mickey is absolutely hilarious. 

•Lee Marshall [64, April 26]…It seems like a thousand times I heard Tony the Tiger, along with his animated image, pitch Kellogg’s Sugar Frosted Flakes on Saturday morning TV during the 1950’s and ‘60s. Marshall voiced Tony with that deep, resonant voice. He was “Grrrrreaaaat!”

•Ann B. Davis [88, June 1]…Davis won an Emmy for portraying Bob Collins’ office secretary Schultzy, on “The Bob Cummings Show,” 1955-59. THIS is the show I associate with her, not “The Brady Bunch.” Bob Collins was a glamour aka cheesecake photographer, and my father loved the show enough to take up photography as a hobby.

•Eli Wallach [98, June 24]…Back in 1966, movie sneak previews were mysterious in that the film’s title was never announced ahead of the showing. That’s how I saw “The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly” at K.C.’s Plaza Theater one evening. Eli Wallach, as The Ugly, remains unforgettable.

•James Garner [July 19]…The impact of “Maverick” on the TV audience was so great that when my family visited our cousin’s house in Raytown, Mo. in late 1957, all activity and talking ceased when the show started. We gathered around the TV to enjoy Bret’s latest escapade. James Garner had everything to do with that attraction. 

•Don Pardo [96, August 18]…As often occurs, when one divorces, one loses friendship with favorite in-laws. My ex-wife’s aunt and uncle, Karen and John, were very near our ages. We were best friends, in fact, seeing each other virtually every weekend for the years their niece and I were married. It was a tradition among us to watch “Saturday Night Live” together, which we had done since the show began in 1975. Don Pardo’s distinctive voice introduced each program. 

•Richard Attenborough [90, August 24]…A perk of being a film critic is the free screenings of movies not yet released. For many years, I took my daughter with me if the movie would so warrant. “Jurassic Park” was such a film. Shelley was 12 in 1993 when we saw it. Afterwards, on the way back to the car, the impact of the movie was still with her. “Dad,” she said, “I feel like I’ve been with real dinosaurs!” Richard Attenborough’s role as the park keeper no doubt added to the illusion.

•Robin Williams [63, August 11]…The first time I really appreciated Williams’ stunning gift of humor was when I saw his HBO “Off the Wall” special that my best friend, David Laudick, had recorded on Beta tape in 1978. I was visiting David in Scott City, Kansas when I watched Robin’s creativity stretch from stage to audience to him literally climbing up to the balcony of the theater. This was funny, improvisational, and electric. David has since unexpectedly died, and now Robin. 

•Ben Bradlee [93, October 21]…Nothing impacted my teaching high school journalism like the publishing of both the book and movie of “All The President’s Men.” When the film was released in 1976, interest in journalism, particularly investigative journalism, increased enrollment in college and university journalism programs nationwide. It certainly impacted my j-classes at J. C. Harmon High School. Ben Bradlee’s real-life role as editor of The Washington Post  was a vital element. 

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Unique ‘Birdman’ grabs four KC Film Critics Circle awards

By Steve Crum

Birdman, the richly bizarre film about Hollywood fame, stereotype, self doubt and a Broadway production, took quadruple honors at the 48th Annual Kansas City Film Critics Circle Awards held Dec. 14. The 25 KC area film critics, including yours truly, voted Birdman’s Michael Keaton as Best Actor, and Ed Norton as Best Supporting Actor. It also won for Original Screenplay. 

Gone Girl’s Rosamund Pike was awarded Best Actress. Patricia Arquette’s work in Boyhood garnered a Best Supporting Actress, while Boyhood’s director, Richard Linklater, won the Robert Altman Award for Achievement in Directing. (Just an FYI: Altman was from Kansas City.) 

The complete list of winners:

Best Picture…BIRDMAN

Robert Altman Ward for Achievement in Directing…RICHARD LINKLATER/Boyhood

Best Actor…MICHAEL KEATON/Birdman

Best Actress…ROSAMUND PIKE/Gone Girl

Best Supporting Actor…EDWARD NORTON/Birdman

Best Supporting Actress…PATRICIA ARQUETTE/Boyhood

Best Original Screenplay…BIRDMAN

Best Adapted Screenplay…OBVIOUS CHILD

Best Animated Feature…THE LEGO MOVIE

Best Documentary Feature…CITIZENFOUR

Best Foreign Language Film…IDA (Poland)

Vince Koehler Award for Best Science Fiction, Fantasy or Horror Film…THE BABADOOK

The KCFCC is the second oldest film critic group in the United States (after the New York Film Critics Circle), and was founded by the late Dr. James Loutzenhiser. The annual awards ceremony is named in his honor. 

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Whizzo, Ol’ Dad, and Me

By Steve Crum
My late father, Harold Ronald Crum, always thought of himself as a business entrepreneur. He never called himself such, but his actions over the years clearly spoke to his desire of being self employed, the owner-operator of a business, and his own boss. Success would bring with it money, so he could quit his much hated machinist job. 
I remember his foray into the lawn mower repair business. It cut out within a month. In his later years there was his dream job as a professional photographer, envisioned by him to be like Bob Collins’ cheesecake photographer on the popular TV show, The Bob Cummings Show. After buying a small studio and packing it with expensive photo equipment, his business failed to develop. Per se. 
Mom told me about a couple of his early business schemes, one involving Dad’s creative mind. He “invented” an emergency flare that motorists could keep in the car trunk. There were flares sold already, but his flare was somehow different. After his usual pattern of buying business cards, he invested in the materials of manufacturing the flares, including packaging. I assume some kind of gunpowder was required. 
Not long afterward, before any flares were sold (I guess Dad would call or visit area auto supplies shops), he discovered he had to prove he owned the copyright. He clearly did not have any such legality. In fact, his originality was not so original. Coincidentally, there were already flares like his on the market, and they were copyrighted. Fizzle. Yet another financial setback. It is likely Dad was out of work at the time, which was status quo throughout his life. We lived on the brink of poverty half the time. 
Then along clomped Whizzo, the clown. 
Frank Wiziarde was born in 1916, the son of circus trapeze artists. In 1952, Wiziarde was living in Kansas City, and working for fledgeling station KMBC-TV, which wanted to capitalize on Wiziarde’s circus credentials by having him perform on live daytime television as a clown. A slight play on his name became Whizzo, and a Kansas City legend was born. His morning show, Whizzo's Wonderland, is memorable to those like myself who grew up in KC during the 1950’s. Everything about Whizzo was hilarious, from his original outfit with the huge feet to his constant physical and verbal improvising. His trademark yell “Whizzo-whee!” and “Whizzo Dog” (his puppet pet) were part of our vocabulary. Whizzo was so influential there were Whizzo toy banks sold, Whizzo-endorsed products, and a Whizzo amusement park. 
His show was enjoyed by adults as well as children. If there was a parade anywhere in Greater Kansas City, Whizzo was a featured attraction. For over 30 years, Whizzo was seen regularly on TV, first in Kansas City, and then in Topeka, Kansas. He was a trouper up until his death in 1987.
During the summer of 1949, when I was a kiddo of 2, the pre-Whizzo Wiziarde hosted a local Kansas City half hour radio show broadcast live daily on WHB at 11 a.m. from a restaurant in the prestigious Country Club Plaza. The appropriately named Luncheon on the Plaza included women guests, and was geared to the predominately female radio audience. In those days, women guests were aka “housewives.” The show’s gimmick was that interviewed women were supposed to wear hats, and Wiziarde and company would choose the best. The woman with the chosen hat would win a prize. 
Does that premise crack you up as much as it does me? A visual gimmick…on radio? It’s reminiscent of Stan Freberg’s hilarious bit featuring acrobats on radio. 
Dad probably heard about the show from Mom, whose description obviously impressed him. And inspired him. At that time, Dad was working and Mom was indeed a housewife. What interested him most was the fact that the dozen or so women who appeared on the show would always identify themselves by giving their name and address. AND ADDRESS. In those days, women would invariably introduce themselves with their husband’s name, i.e. Mrs. John Jones. So there you have it. All one needed to contact the woman was to look up her husband’s name in the phone book, and verify the given address. Simple. 
Using the sparse money we had, perhaps borrowing it, Dad then invested in cutting edge technology, a reel-to-reel tape recorder. In 1949, this was state of the art. He also purchased many blank tapes. Oh yes, he also purchased a device to cut his own 78 rpm records, which he attached to his tape recorder. Dozens of blank discs were needed. A business was born. 
Mom would record Luncheon on the Plaza, and Dad would later listen to it, writing down women’s names and phone numbers. He would then call each one, flatter her about the appearance on the show, and offer to sell her a recording of said appearance. Let’s say he’d ask $5. (I’m not sure.) Then he would mail the record to her. Easy money, and non taxable. 
Two factors soon halted Dad’s business enterprise. 
First, he got a call from the telephone company warning him to stop using a public phone for business purposes. Someone had complained, and contacted the phone company. (At that time we had a party line, which made things worse.) 
Secondly, Luncheon on the Plaza had an ultra short radio run. It premiered in July, 1949, and ended in August, 1949. Wiziarde had much better luck in literally clowning around. Within three years, he realized his showbiz niche as Whizzo. 
By the way, my late Mom actually appeared on Luncheon on the Plaza, no doubt wearing the required hat. I think she was interviewed by Wiziarde, but I will never know. I do know I have three recordings of show excerpts via Dad’s leftover, homemade 78’s. They are now 65 years old, nearly inaudible, and scratchy. However, I have digitized them for posterity.

They also include women divulging their names and addresses. ID theft, anyone?

Monday, November 10, 2014

Massive Merv Griffin DVD set is must-have for show biz fans

By Steve Crum
The Merv Griffin Show, 1962-86 DVD boxed set is arguably the most entertaining and eclectic show business celebration ever produced. The multiple Emmy Award winning talk show, which was more aptly a variety show, is represented via 12 DVD’s aka 42 hours (!) of dynamite guests, all introduced and interviewed by Merv Griffin. 
This is not to say all was song, dance, and comedy in the Griffin Show world. Like Jack Paar before him, Merv’s guest list often included extended and incisive conversations with the likes of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Rosa Parks, then former Vice President Richard Nixon, authors Alex Haley and Gore Vidal, and drug culture guru Dr. Timothy Leary. They are all part of this terrifically fun and fascinating DVD set which also serves as a social document of the mid to late 20th Century. 
Two years in the making, this massive broadcasting gem is a collaborative effort between Reelin’ in the Years Productions and The Griffin Group. During that time, outside sources were necessarily tapped since a majority of the 4,500-plus episodes were missing due to original video masters being erased, a common practice to save money decades back. 
As described in the set’s informative 52-page booklet, many of the Griffin shows included were found in private collections, including one gem from Merv’s own video stash. That particular program, helmed by Isaac Hayes, is an hour long, star packed musical salute to vintage Stax recording artists.
The Nixon library supplied two segments with—no surprise—Richard Nixon. Thanks to CBS Television, DVD producers were able able to include segments featuring Dennis Hopper and Willie Mays (who bats baseballs into the audience).  At search’s end, nearly 1,800 of the 4,500 shows were found and, when necessary, restored to pristine condition. The early black and white shows through the later color programs are in superb audio and video shape. 
Show business fans like yours truly will geek out on this massive overdose of movie, TV, music, books, sports, and political luminaries. Griffin seems to have had every conceivable name on his show at one time or another, and often in some of the oddest celebrity combinations imaginable. Take “King of the One-Liners” Henny Youngman, please. Henny shares Merv’s Nov. 11, 1965 dais with Frankie Laine, Minnie Pearl, George Carlin, and Col. John Glenn. Laine sings two songs, Pearl sings one, and Carlin does a standup. Oh yes, and Youngman does a standup. And Glenn does a sit-down interview. 
Incidentally, the shows vary in length from under an hour to 80 minutes, with commercials omitted. Merv’s shows over the years were from 60-90 minutes. Locales also vary, from Hollywood to New York to Las Vegas. Shorter celebrity spots are also added, usually in the “Extras” portion of each disc. 
Merv incorporated filmed segments into many of his shows, including a must-see 1970 hour with John Wayne at his ranch. Within that segment an earlier Wayne interview in Mexico is also shown. Both Wayne and Griffin had been hitting the tequila, so their repartee is a bit under the influence. Classic.
From a young Stevie Wonder singing and playing the harmonica to Jayne Mansfield accompanied by her three children (including a toddler named Mariska Hargitay) and their dogs, eye candy and name dropping abound. I am still both pleased and disturbed about seeing the 1985 show featuring Orson Welles. For the first time publicly, Welles talked about his marriage to Rita Hayworth and films, including Citizen Kane. Hours after the taping, Welles died at his home. 
I feel like splashing the pluses of this boxed set like a Golden Age of Hollywood publicist: SEE Miss Lillian Carter dance with Andy Williams after he sings “Moon River”…Bette Davis and Olivia de Havilland in a salute to William Wyler…the cast of Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan…the cast of The Golden Girls…the cast of Rocky III…Whitney Houston's debut...Jerry Lewis doing extreme spit takes with Merv and Richard Pryor…Burt Ward and Adam West of Batman…Lucille Ball and Family…Danny Kaye literally taking over Merv’s show…and Moms Mabley, The Muppets, Mel Brooks, Steve Martin, and onward. 
Equally fascinating is Merv Griffin himself, a talented, educated, humorous, and extremely good host and interviewer. He leans into his guests’ comments, and listens. It is also obvious he did his homework in preparation. Thanks to Merv, venerable Hollywood movie actor Arthur Treacher enjoyed a happy, late career as Merv’s sidekick and announcer. Treacher is featured on the early shows from NYC, but declined to move when the show relocated to the West Coast in 1970. 
The accompanying booklet includes an impressively detailed, lengthy overview of the Griffin show by Steve Randisi and an introduction by Dick Cavett, who is also featured on a couple of the shows. 

The Welles and John Wayne pieces alone are worth the admission price. 
GRADE on an A to F Scale: A

Friday, October 31, 2014

Unpredictable ‘Birdman’ is director’s triumph

By Steve Crum
There has already been much positively said about Birdman or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance), with good reason. First, its story is fresh and unpredictable. Reason two is the terrific acting. A superb Michael Keaton leads a talented ensemble that includes Edward Norton, Emma Stone, Naomi Watts, Zach Galifianakis, and Amy Ryan. 
Then there is the solo drum-dominant score full of jazz riffs that keeps both the plot and hand-held camera in steady motion. Speaking of camera work, add incredibly demanding cinematography by Emmanuel Lubezki. 
Most of all, Birdman is a directorial triumph for Alejandro González Iñárritu, who also helped write the screenplay. In short, this is a serious movie fan’s movie. Despite the title, do not expect a superhero movie, even though Keaton’s Riggan Thomson is a former Hollywood star once famous for portraying the superhero, Birdman. But that was decades ago, sort of like the real life Michael Keaton who was Batman in two movies, decades ago. Make no mistake, casting Keaton just layers in the somewhat whimsical irony. 
After a self imposed retirement from show business, Riggan desperately wants a comeback, but not in a redo of his Birdman character. Instead, he has chosen to direct and star in a hopefully Broadway-bound drama, “What We Talk about When We Talk About Love.” Birdman opens on stage during play rehearsal, and there are immediate obstacles involving egos and equipment malfunctions.  From that point, Birdman’s story line careens from backstage to onstage, with most of the action occurring in various dressing rooms and narrow hallways. Do not confuse this sketchy description with the farce Noises Off, which is comedy dominant. However, there are some outrageously funny bits in Birdman, particularly a couple of ribald scenes featuring Norton’s Mike Shiner, an eccentric method actor who is a last minute play replacement. 
An extended humorous sequence involves an embarrassed but determined Raggan having to walk through crowded Times Square in his briefs and dark socks. It turns out to be a prettier picture than one might envision. It also speaks to celebrity and technology in our culture. 
Backstage dialogue is delivered crisply at fast pace, appropriate to the seamless camera work that appears to have been shot in one gigantically long take. In one scene the camera follows a briskly walking Raggan as he talks to his producer (Galifianakis), crosses paths with his daughter (Stone), then his ex-wife (Ryan), and on and on. Incredibly, the tag team technique works. It obviously took a lot of precision rehearsal. 
Some moviegoers might have trouble with dreamlike plot devices, like the actual Birdman character frequently talking to Raggan as his alter ego. Then there are a couple of flying sequences. Or three or four.
How masterfully reality and fantasy overlap here, echoing Shakespeare’s “all the world’s a stage.” Then again, the surreal Birdman says much more. 
This is the most fascinating, original film I have seen in recent memory.

GRADE on an A to F Scale: A

Friday, October 24, 2014

Bill Murray is #1 reason to see ‘St. Vincent’

By Steve Crum
St. Vincent is owned by its star, Bill Murray, from start to finish and extending into the closing crawl. (The latter is referenced later in this piece.) Without him, the seriocomedy would lose its crux. Murray’s delivery and deadpan demeanor ignite director Theodore Melfi’s screenplay and thus the entire film. It is a delightful occasion when Murray appears in any movie, but a starring role like his Vincent MacKenna character here is extremely satisfying. 
There is a flip side to my Murray gushing, in that the screenplay is very familiar. One needs only to reference 2008’s Gran Torino, and hone in on Clint Eastwood’s central character, Walt Kowalski. Walt and Vincent are grumpy, antisocial bachelors who cuss and drink too much. Both are war veterans—Korea for Walt, Vietnam for Vincent. 
Both movies involve a codger reluctantly befriending a boy neighbor, and eventually becoming a surrogate father figure. (This development is telegraphed in the St. Vincent trailer.) A similar plot dates back to 1934’s Little Miss Marker, based on a Damon Runyon story. In that movie, a crusty criminal (played by Adolphe Menjou) is paired with a moppet played by Shirley Temple. 
It was remade as Sorrowful Jones, a 1949 Bob Hope flick. In 1980, the title reverted to Little Miss Marker, starring Walter Matthau as the rascally guy who befriends a youngster. Over the years, each star has put his own spin on the lead character. Bill Murray follows suit, and greatly succeeds. 
In St. Vincent (explaining the title would be a spoiler), Murray’s Vincent is about as unfriendly as one can get. He has a stripper girlfriend, Daka, played with sleazy aplomb by Naomi Watts. She is more so a lady of the night because he has to pay her for sex. Outside of trips to the horserace track, Vincent rarely crosses paths with fellow humans, preferring to hole up in his cluttered house and drink to unconsciousness. When his new neighbors immediately impose on him by via tree damage, Vincent is livid. 
Enter Melissa McCarthy, toned down to nearly non-comedic, a recently divorced single parent of middle schooler Oliver (terrifically played by Jaeden Lieberher). Her new job keeps her late the first day. That and Oliver being bullied at his new school play out with the boy having to knock on Vincent’s door for help. Ah, the not so beautiful start of a relationship encompassing humor and heartbreak. 
There are complexities to the plot involving a nursing home, pregnancy, the bank, and Catholicism. OK, so maybe it is not that much like Little Miss Marker after all. For sure those other movies lack Bill Murray. 

Despite an extremely trite and sappy conclusion, St. Vincent works.
Be sure to stick around for the unique credit crawl. It features Murray’s Vincent in a non-verbal bit which is better seen than described.

GRADE from A to F: B+ 

Friday, October 17, 2014

Being 'Outstanding Kansas Citian' escaped me

By Steve Crum
Soon after being honorably discharged from the Army in early 1972, I was looking for a job. One might think that since I was drafted in the middle of my first year of teaching in January, 1970, I would be able to return to said job once I had served my country. But no. Virtually everyone who served got his or her respective job back, but not public school teachers. The Leavenworth school district had no openings in mid-school year, and were not legally bound to rehire me even if they did. I am still bitter about that exception to the rule. 
I stayed with my mom and stepfather temporarily until I got a job and could support myself. My plan was to find a job within a week. Unfortunately, my stay with them lasted about six months…until I was hired as a high school teacher by the Kansas City, Kansas school district. During those dreary months preceding the 1972-73 school year, I interviewed and applied for various jobs. The state employment service had no jobs for a college grad with an English degree. A paid employment agency could not help me either. Eventually I worked at an electronic firm as a shipping and receiving clerk, holding that job until my new teaching job kicked in during late August. 
Desperate for work during the first of March, 1972, I decided to dress up in suit and tie, and venture to KMBC-TV, then located in downtown Kansas City, Missouri. Since my background was in academic journalism, from high school through Emporia State, I figured what the hell. I had only a handful of courses in broadcasting, but I WAS a speech minor. Maybe I could at least get a job as copy writer. By the time I approached the front door of KMBC-TV 9 that freezing day, I was willing to settle for a janitorial job. Anything to get a foothold at one of the top ABC-TV affiliates in the nation. I walked inside with no appointment, hopeful. 
Claude Dorsey was the big name at KMBC by 1972, the station’s long time news anchor, and was named Kansas City Broadcaster of the Year in 1971. He joined the staff at KMBC radio in 1939, a run lasting 60 years. This was the man fate arranged me to meet that day. 
The smartly dressed lady sitting at the front desk pleasantly smiled as I approached her: “Good morning, may I help you?” “Yes,” I said, “I am here inquiring about a possible job.” Her response startled me: “Oh yes, Mr. Dorsey is in his office now, so go on in.” She pointed behind her, and down the hall. I followed her route. I thought, “All this to apply for a janitorial job?” 
Dorsey’s door was ajar, so I walked in, meekly. There sat a man I had known since TV began in KC in the early 1950’s. He stood, greeted me, and asked me to sit down in front of his paper-stacked desk. “You know we are looking for a news anchor, since I am cutting back on my on-air duties,” said Dorsey. “So tell me about your background.” Realizing the proverbial jig was way up, I proceeded to tell him about my past two years in the Army, my brief teaching career, and my journalism background. Being editor of my college newspaper topped the list. 
As I spoke, he shuffled through his paperwork: “Now what is your name?” After telling him, he focused on a sheet of paper which evidently had a list of interviewees. Of course I was not on that list, since I had no appointment whatsoever. “So Stephen,” Dorsey asked, “why are you here today?” I then confessed to him that I was looking for any job available, perhaps as a copywriter or even a custodian. 
Dorsey smiled and said, “I guess my secretary thought you were one of the applicants we were expecting this morning. As for any other job openings, I am afraid we are not hiring right now. However, please come back to see us when you get some broadcast experience in smaller towns. Start your career there, Stephen.” 
We shook hands, and I left his office, and the building, nodding to his secretary as I left. Evidently the applicant they were expecting still had not arrived. There was no one else in the vicinity.
I never followed Claude Dorsey’s advice. Instead, I continued my teaching career, and taught both print and broadcast journalism for 35 years before retiring. 

The fellow Mr. Dorsey and KMBC-TV did hire, perhaps later that same morning, was Mr. Larry Moore. Moore continued to be chief news anchor at KMBC-TV for over 40 years, beginning in 1972, and is now “emeritus” news anchor—retired. Without realizing it, I vied for Larry Moore’s position. On Oct. 15, 2014, Moore was named “2014 Outstanding Kansas Citian.” I like to think that could have been my moniker.