When I was growing up, my parents (mostly my dad) listened to WNEW. To me it represented what adult life was about. It was sophisticated and upwardly mobile. The stars of that era of popular music hung out at WNEW and socialized with the disk jockeys.
It was a Sammy Davis Jr., Frank Sinatra, Jack Jones, Steve & Eydie kind of place.
The morning show was Klavan and Finch. Gene Klavan was the comic and Dee Finch his straight man. This past week Gene Klavan died at 79.
I was speaking to my dad tonight, looking for the right moment to tell him about Klavan, when he told me.
I stopped for a minute. Is it right to tell a 78 year old about the death of a 79 year old? And then I asked him.
I didn’t want to pry, but I wondered how my dad looked at death. I think (and he reads this so he’ll tell me if I’m wrong) that he just sees it as a part of life. Where he lives, in Florida, he is surrounded by it.
His life now is the best it’s ever been. He and my mom are incredibly active – much more so than ever before. He says, 78 is an age he never imagined, much less consciously thought of.
I see my parents living forever. But they are so much better at dealing with reality than I am.