Had no idea who Don McNeill was. Host of The Breakfast Club, it turns out. Wonder if the name was the inspiration for the name of the brat pack movie all those years ago. Which would be ironic as none of the people who were in Breakfast Club would have known Don McNeill either.
I was driving home from work one day, and tuned into NPR to find a story in progress on Don McNeill. I was ecstatic! We listened to his show every morning on the local station my Mom always listened to. (I remember a trip to Chicago when we were on Lake Shore Drive, and seeing if we could see the Allerton Hotel, where McNeill broadcast from "The Clouds Room.") The story went on, recounting bits of cornball routine that delighted my sisters and me, and I remembered most of them. It concluded with his usual closing, with quiet organ music playing as Don would urge his listeners "to pray, silently; each in his own words, each in his own way. Pray for a world united in peace."
Then the NPR announcer came back with what I should have known was coming — that Don McNeill had died that day. It never occurred to me that this story was an obituary, because I didn't even know he was still alive. I can remember right where I was when I had to start fighting back tears: a half mile from home.
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Date: 2012-09-16 03:39 am (UTC)Then the NPR announcer came back with what I should have known was coming — that Don McNeill had died that day. It never occurred to me that this story was an obituary, because I didn't even know he was still alive. I can remember right where I was when I had to start fighting back tears: a half mile from home.
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