On the recordJune 27, 2013
Today I rise to honor my father, Max Fleischmann, Jr. My dad passed away last Saturday. We buried him Monday in the National Cemetery in Chattanooga, Tennessee, and I wanted to talk to America today about a very special man. My dad was born in Astoria, New York, on December 29, 1925. He grew up during the Great Depression. His stories were legend. He talked to me about dime movies and penny candy, about radio, about what it was like to grow up in the Great Depression when his father had to take in other families to live with them. This generation was coined, later, as the Greatest Generation, and now I know why. He would have folks come and visit the house. A fellow by the name of Moe Howard and his wife, Helen, would come by and sing and play the piano. Moe Howard was playing with a little-known group then called The Three Stooges. He would have a lady by the name of Gladys Weiss come and visit their home. Her late brother was a magician, an escape artist who had been deceased, called Harry Houdini. These stories were tremendous. He talked to me about his first Coca-Cola at the 1939 World's Fair and what it was like to drink that. He was an incredible man. He had one good eye. He stood 5 feet, 2\1/ 2\ inches. He took 7 years to graduate from high school because he quit high school to join World War II. When he showed up to serve in the United States Army, they said, Young man, you can go home. You're what we call 4-F. You've got one good eye.…





