My dad had a movie theater so I was there every night.
Category: dad
I was trying to make art that my son could look on in the future and would realize I was thinking about him very much during these times… that he can look and see my dad’s thinking about me, but to also embed in these things something that is bigger than all of us.
Obviously, losing a parent is very difficult. I miss my dad every day, but I know he would be proud to see me continuing to swim and going for another shot at the Olympics.
Things with my dad were pretty good until I won an Academy Award. He was really loving to me until I got more attention than he did. Then he hated me.
My dad was in the army so we moved around a lot and I changed schools every year and had to make new friends, and I found that if I was the funny guy I could do that easier.
My dad was born in Chicago in 1908… his parents came from Russia. They settled in Chicago, where they lived in a little tiny grocery store with eight or nine children – in the backroom all together – and my grandmother got the idea to go into the movie business.
My father was always telling himself no one was perfect, not even my mother.
My dad always said, ‘Don’t worry what people think, because you can’t change it.’
I absolutely love working with my dad because there is such an ease about it, and I also love his company.
When a father, absent during the day, returns home at six, his children receive only his temperament, not his teaching.