Cleve Herman, the individual with the eye
patch, was some kind of attack sportscaster in Los Angeles. I think it was on
Channel Eleven he held forth, a little sports reporting and a healthy dose of
ego wrapped in a loud voice and relatively frail "issues" is the way
I remember it.
In 1954 I was going to college and working at a parking
lot at 1360 South Hope Street, Los Angeles. I was accustomed (and encouraged)
to close the lot for half an hour before the evening rush to the hospital next
door. There was a neighborhood bar at the corner of Hope and Pico Boulevard where
the counterman made a decent hamburger, and when I could afford it I'd go for
the $1.00 Burger Basket and Beer special.
One Saturday night, must have
been football season, I was munching away and checking out Cleve's blather, when
I recognized his next guest: it was my Dad, Director
of Admissions and Registration at USC. He gave Cleve a pretty good outline of
admission policies relative to football players as special cases (they weren't,
as far as policy was concerned; the amount of guidance they got from "counselors"
was another matter). Cleve was not that pleased, and apparently a little resentful,
since there seemed to be no mud to stir up in that area.
I'd guess there's
little chance I'd have thought to put this down if I hadn't come across ol' Cleve's
presence in that picture. Serendipity..