Not only is he on TV...
My father spent this weekend in Ponte Vedra at the Boat U.S. Board Members meeting. Not interesting. What is interesting is that he spent this morning breakfasting with the Reverend Desmond Tutu. The same man who was the first black Archbishop of South Africa, the same man who was honored with the Nobel Peace Prize for his fight against apartheid, the same man who holds honorary degress from universities all over the world and actual degrees from others. The same man who taught at North Florida University and received an honorary degree from that same institution this weekend.
Apparently, about 20 years ago the reverend gave a sermon at The Christ Church in CT where my dad worked at the time. During his stay in Greenwitch, my father "ferried" him around town. Cut to 2005, the Ponte Vedra Beach Resort dining room and my father re-introduces himself and like the world-class man Desmond is, he remembers my dad. My dad knows Desmond Tutu. What the...?
It may also be noted that my dad ran a boat for the infamous lawer Roy Cohn who, as we all remember, ruined many lives being an asshole and helping Sen. McCarthy in his hunt for Reds. That bastard died oweing my dad two grand. Dad probably would have blown it all on booze and mary jane.
This fascinating past belongs to the guy who grows more obnoxious with every passing day. That's my pops.
Apparently, about 20 years ago the reverend gave a sermon at The Christ Church in CT where my dad worked at the time. During his stay in Greenwitch, my father "ferried" him around town. Cut to 2005, the Ponte Vedra Beach Resort dining room and my father re-introduces himself and like the world-class man Desmond is, he remembers my dad. My dad knows Desmond Tutu. What the...?
It may also be noted that my dad ran a boat for the infamous lawer Roy Cohn who, as we all remember, ruined many lives being an asshole and helping Sen. McCarthy in his hunt for Reds. That bastard died oweing my dad two grand. Dad probably would have blown it all on booze and mary jane.
This fascinating past belongs to the guy who grows more obnoxious with every passing day. That's my pops.