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Too Early For Late Father: Long-form narrative with occasional music is a personal memoir of an enigmatic father whose guidance is "dissed" until 35 years after his death. It packs a slow motion punchline -solving one mystery while others linger. Some Yiddish music is occasionaly mixed in and out.Ends with music fade in and voiceover OutQ.
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Too Early For Late Father: Long-form narrative with occasional music is a personal memoir of an enigmatic father whose guidance is "dissed" until 35 years after his death. It packs a slow motion punchline -solving one mystery while others linger. Some Yiddish music is occasionaly mixed in and out.Ends with music fade in and voiceover OutQ.
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¨ ¨ ¨ ¨ TOO EARLY FOR LATE FATHER
Ben Sapir was a man of simple pleasures in singular pursuit of
happiness. It was easy to make him happy. A fine steak. The finest Cigar.
Just a good joke, better yet laughter after one of his own routines.
My dad adored he never struck it rich, often struck out and died too soon for
a died in the wool Russian-American dreamer. Too soon, miserable, and late for
the malpractice payoff.
Though the all-mighty dollar defined success, it was the
All Mighty, which so generously bestowed his gifts of wit and wisdom.
The wit was obvious and often. The wisdom was wasted on my youth and took
half a century to realize.
Details of his untimely death are spelled out in the years of
litigation my mother pursued long before malpractice suits fought by lawyers
in sui...
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Intro and Outro
INTRO:Piece: Too Early For Late Father
At some point in our lives most of us reject fatherly advice. But it comes back to haunt us, especially when your dad dies early in your life and you have your fist kid at age 50. Commentator Jay Sapir is still learning.
Why Our Father:
As we look ahead or beyond Fathers Day, Commentator Jay Sapir digs deeper into the larger questions and marches to a different drum than General Hallmark.
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Desparate dads with disturbed kids feel extreme angst as they see their children follow their footsteps; hip-hopping down mean streets of the underclass.
On long piece, perhaps; That was Jay Sapir reflecting
on his enigmatic father.
The short pieces depend on station segue styles.
Dann Stein
Posted on June 11, 2009 at 11:26 PM | Permalink
Aw, You know Dad, I never saw ya' cry (or heard ya' prey).
Better part of valor. In Deed! Same thing my old man told me. Then at 90, slipped and fell on his "noggin"; lost that brave, heroic discretion..."built a fire on Main St.- 'an then he shot it full of holes" Told the old lady first, then any and everyone else to go fuck-off. Sure didn't seem appropriate to tell Pop not to gogently into that Good Night. Last time I saw him: he was like Ferdinand the Bull- mad as the bees that stung him. I wonder bout "a las quatro en punto!" Will St. Peter be wearin the "trajo de luces"? Is there really a gran corrida, or any alla, ariba. Pop never even wondered out loud or answered me about it. So far God won't either. I remember him saying he drank water with a meal, for digestion. I never forgot that; and so I followed suit; then he always denied that he told me that. My mother always told me not to be someone, "some boob" with more dollars than sense. I heard cents, or scents. I pick up pennies and don't shower much, and I been broke most all my life.
Pop's gone now and Mom's Mom and been gone...as only she can be both.