That was the man who dandled me on his knee when I was a young boy—the Great Santini. I once introduced my father when I was giving a talk like this, and I said, "My father decided to go in the Marine Corps when he found out that his IQ was the temperature of this room."
My father got up right behind me. He stared down at the audience and he said, "My God, it's hot in here. . . it must be at least 165 degrees."
That was the man who dandled me on his knee when I was a young boy—the Great Santini. I once introduced my father when I was giving a talk like this, and I said, "My father decided to go in the Marine Corps when he found out that his IQ was the temperature of this room."
My father got up right behind me. He stared down at the audience and he said, "My God, it's hot in here. . . it must be at least 165 degrees."