Some fathers and sons bond through sports. My dad and I bonded through television.
Specifically, the 10 p.m. news, then Johnny Carson. I started watching Carson with Dad when the show was still in New York, before 1972. Dad loved — and still loves — comedians and any musician who swings. My tastes were shaped along the same lines.
I mention that just so you’ll know where I’m coming from as I roll out selections from Dad’s collection from time to time. Dad is 81. He has the apartment with the loud music.
That said, welcome to Ray’s Corner, where the martinis are made of gin with the vermouth bottle held about a foot away.
“Ain’t That A Kick In The Head,” Dean Martin, 1960, from “Dino: The Essential Dean Martin.”