In my sendoff to the posthumously lionized (Pookie would be pleased) Soupy Sales, I foolishly left out the estimable-but-meshugge private detective Philo Kvetch.

Grace note for the jazz-loving Milton Supman:

Sad that he’s gone, but it’s been a hoot watching clips of his WNEW show in New York, which ran from when I was 13 until I was 17.

Outside of Bugs Bunny, Soupy Sales – and “Fractured Fairy Tales” (in a photo finish with my Mom) – had the biggest influence on me during my adolescence.

I’ll be eternally grateful.