One of the proudest papas around this weekend was former NBC Connecticut reporter Lew Brown. Lew’s son Jason got married, and I was happy to be there to witness an old friend’s happy day.
Lew and I go back to the mid-70’s, our WPOP days. I believe we became friends forever one snowy morning. I had abandoned one car in bad weather a couple of days before, and I had to walk away from another car when it died in the center of Newington. It was about 5 a.m., and seeing the lights on in a bakery, I trudged over to ask if I could use the phone to call in. The man inside refused, and I did not react well to his lack of hospitality.
Steaming hot in sub-freezing temperatures, I started walking the rest of the way, when a car stopped. It was Lew. He asked what was wrong. I told him, and I think a couple of the words, like “a” and “the” weren’t profanities.
“Well then, get in.”
“What do you mean no?”
“Come on, get in.”
Thanks Lew. And congratulations.