my dad is 82 years old this year. his health is fair, and he lives close by, so he's happy to spend time with his granddaughters.
he joined the Army the day after Pearl Harbor was bombed. he served 4 or so years in the ETO. He served in North Africa, Italy, Belgum, France and England. he was the lone man in his squad to survive The Battle of the Bulge. he was at D-Day +3.
after the war he spent some time as Jake Hanna's "drum tech", before getting the drum seat in Ray Robbin's band. after that he worked with Ted Fiorito (on a recomendation from Louie Bellson), Don Rickles (Key Howard Trio), Ray Conniff, and for many years Shecky Green. living in Las Vegas for 20+ years he worked many casuals with every one from The Rat Pack to Tom Jones.
as one could imagine he spent alot of time on the road. i didn't get to see him much-something we both regret, but we see alot of each other now.
i look at this 82 year old man, and listen to his stories about the war and the road, and my admiration and respect for him grows daily.
when i was a kid, he come off the road and get me early from school. we'd go over to the Musicians Union Hall, and hang out. sometimes there would be a jam session, and i'd help pop set his kit up. he'd let me sit next to him as they played. man, that was just the coolest thing.