I grew up in Fall River, Massachusetts, and recall anxiously awaiting Salty's TV show every evening after school. It's also where I got my affinity for Popeye and the Three Stooges, whose shorts he'd show during his program, if I recall correctly. My parents took me to a Burger Chef opening ("for a nickel and dime you get: french fried potatoes, big thick shakes, and the greatest fifteen-cent hamburger yet!"—remember?), and I started to go up to him but then chickened out. I think I was about nine at the time. So dumb—he wouldn't hurt a fly. I'll miss his broadcasts, even though I am now retired from the Navy living in Pensacola, Florida. Thanks for the memories, Salty!
Received via email, January 12, 2008.