Cary Benjamin Sleeps Dreamily On My Stomach

One Of The Myths About Dad Was That He Was Mean. That Simply Wasn't True. I Always Found Him Generous To A Fault But He Wasn't Reckless With His Money, Which Was Rather Rare In Hollywood. He'd Grown Up With Nothing And He Wasn't About To Fritter It All Away.

I Fell Completely In Love With Acting. I Guess I Was Bitten.

My Son Cary's Generation Likely Won't Know Who My Father Was, But It's Something Nice For Him That His Grandfather Was An Icon. I Had One Chance To Pass Along That Name.

It's Something He Used To Say When He Was Happy. It Could Be A Very, Very Simple Day. We Might Be Sitting Out On The Front Lawn. Dad Loved Classical Music And We Might Be Listening To Some Stravinsky Or Something And Having Some Tea And Eggs. And He'd Say, 'oh, Good Stuff, Isn't It?'

The Grief Of Losing My Father Has Come In Waves Over The Years, As It Does With Most People. His Love And Devotion As A Father Provided My Closest, Most Intimate Relationship. Dad, And Our Time Together, Is In My Bones. While Reflecting On Him, The Memories Themselves Seem To Boil Down Into Certain 'essences Of Dad.'