Posted on 02/27/2017 8:45:34 AM PST by Scarpetta
Completely screwing up the most important announcement at the Academy Awards ceremony might seem monumental to some. But I have a story far more harrowing, if not completely self-serving and inconsequential in scope.
Occasion: The Architectural Institute of America’s Lifetime Achievement Award Ceremony honoring Edmund C. Bacon.
Background: I was a young thing in charge of orchestrating a monumental occasion to honor Philadelphia’s oldest serving and most significant city planner, Ed Bacon, father of Kevin “Pig Nose” Bacon (is there a German word for looking like your name?).
Side note: I worked with Mr. Bacon for 2 weeks planning the event. He was a hardnosed Philadelphian Patrician who demanded perfection. Luckily, I can fake “snob.”
Night of the Event: Everything went well until the final climatic moment. Just before the final accolades were shed, my necklace caught the toggle switch of the slide advancer and prematurely showed Ed’s edgy black and white portrait 30 seconds before it was supposed to be seen by the audience on the big screen.
I quickly switched off the projector’s lamp before turning on again a half minute later. Still, Ed gave me a slit eyed look at the reception that followed. He was in his 80s then and still commanded respect.
Here is Kevin’s dad’s profile at Wikitree: https://www.wikitree.com/wiki/Bacon-2569
You’re 2 degrees from Kevin Bacon which makes us 3 degrees. Way too close.
Nameaehnlichkeit.
I’m two degrees away from Kevin Bacon.
Two different ways.
And, now that I think of it, three degrees away by another friend.
Weird, now that I think of it.
I really liked that guy. During the 1990's I worked at Drexel University, and did a lot of volunteer work at the Community Education Center in Powelton. He came there sometimes and did talks at the center... and I especially liked his video where he goes walking into the fountain with his suit on. Funny guy.
A most impressive person. He simply blew everyone away with his tall, lean and flinty physical appearance and energy the moment he walked into a room. He transformed Philadelphia and improved its appearance dramatically. He and his wife and sons Michael and Kevin lived on Locust Street right off Rittenhouse Square. Posh. In an old money sort of way.
Philly history ping!
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