Burt Ross

I was waiting in a reception room when I began conversing with a fellow patient around my age. We were reminiscing about Milton Berle when I noticed a blank expression on the receptionist’s face. I asked the young lady (my guess is she was around 21) whether she had ever heard of Milton Berle. “No,” she replied.

Okay, I understand exactly what you are thinking. Who is Harrison Tyler, and why am I writing about his death? Stay tuned. I recently read in a newspaper that Harrison Ruffin Tyler died at the age of 96. He just so happened to be the grandson of John Tyler. Again, I can hear you asking “who was John Tyler?” Well, for your information, John Tyler was the 10th president of these United States. Harrison Tyler was born 83 years after his grandfather left the White House in 1845.

Note to Reader: My one and only sibling, Phil Ross, is a professional journalist turned therapist. He is not only the real writer in the family, but, at least according to him, is funnier than I, his younger brother by three years and nine months. For several years, my brother Burt has been urging me to write a guest column. He says this will give him a break from the daunting task of entertaining his readers with words witty and wise.