Word: joey
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Please. Making room for Danny in the picture (he is front row center, with a cigar and red pocket handkerchief) are: (top row) Milton Berle, 73, Don Rickles, 55, Steve Landesberg (partially hidden), 36, Bob Newhart, 52, Morey Amsterdam, 67, Bob Hope, 78, Art Linkletter, 69, Jack Carter, 58, Joey Bishop, 63, Phyllis Diller, 64, Carl Reiner, 59, Sid Caesar, 59;(front row) Jan Murray, 64, George Burns, 85, Danny, Red Buttons, 62, Steve Lawrence, 46, and Buddy Hackett, 57. One longtime Hollywood hand telephoned Thomas. "I'm calling to congratulate you on your 39th birthday," said Ronald Reagan...
...only child's memorabilia and his own memories. The "fundamentals" he preached to the boy were learned in the Navy, where Joe Sr. played all the games. He had filled out slowly and had been too spare to make any of the teams at Ringgold High, where Joey would star in three sports...
...natural," says Joe Sr. "I'd come home at lunchtime. He was about seven or eight months old. He'd have a ball and a bat in his hands, standing there waiting for me when I came in the door." Out in the backyard, Joe served Joey as both center and receiver. He swayed the tire through which Joey flung the footballs. In those games, the natural child was never anything but the quarterback. No time was wasted punting the ball or running with it. When he was eight, to qualify him for midget football, they lied...
...father, a responsibility attended the natural gift, and to his credit, Joe Sr. took greater pains than foul tips for his son. He stayed in one place, working at the Civic Finance Co. and with Joey, so that there would be no restraints on the boy's career. (His wife, Theresa, worked as a secretary in the same office.) "I remember when he was ten, he wanted to quit midget football. His mother said, 'If he doesn't want to play, why don't you leave him be?' So I said, 'The hell with...
...enduring emotion, of many complex ones, appears to be gratitude. "I love my kid, whether he ever played football or not," says the father softly, "but the part of him that made him so special, I loved that too. I'd say to him: 'Joey, it's not easy for me to holler at you; it kills me.' Joe understood. He wanted the things for himself that I wanted for him." Gentler still, the son says: "Sometimes I just want to tell him, 'You accomplished for me what you wanted; it's time...