My dad, Bill Rabe, knew Soupy Sales, who died Thursday, from their days in Detroit together. I was too young to remember much of him on TV, so my strongest memory is from a family trip to New York.
Soupy was working then at WNBC-Radio, hosting an ill-fated show. My family was at a diner, and my dad must have called Soupy and asked him to stop by, because all of a sudden there he was, with that huge smile and the amazing hair. He also brought a couple headshots, which he signed for me and my brother. I can’t find mine (it’s in a box somewhere) but James was kind enough to scan his and send it over.
RIP, Soupy. Thanks for having the guts to be crazy on tv.
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