My Bridge over Troubled Waters

It was just after eight in the morning when my telephone rang. I lowered the TV volume and crossed to the desk and picked up the phone. “Hello.” A charming female voice says, “Hi, I’m trying to reach a David Ward. This is the CBS Regis Philbin office calling. “Hey, my favorite nine o’clock show.” “So nice to hear. I assume you’re Mister Ward?” “Yes.” “Thank you, Mister Ward. Mister Ward, Regis would like to talk with you, on air, this morning about ....” Shocked, “With me?” “Sir, haven’t you seen this morning’s papers?” “Dear lady, I haven’t seen a newspaper since August of nineteen sixty-nine. TV news is all I have.” “Well, Regis would like to interview you since your divorce has been so internationally explosive and .... “Internationally?” “At least London, Europe and .... “Gee ... well ... gee, I’m sorry but this whole mess has been so traumatic that I’ve just been concentrating on surviving and taking care of the kids. I guess it must be some sort of a great story?” Long pause as I pace, holding the phone receiver. “It might be best to contact my sensational attorney, Loyd Saunders to talk to Regis.” “Thank you, Mister Ward. We will do that. And, thank you.” Fifteen minutes later after the usual opening banter and commercials of Regis and Kathy Lee, Regis had Loyd on the phone. “Mister Saunders you and David Ward have created a male-saving situation here. I just wish I’d had you for my attorney when my marriage fell apart.” “Thank you, Regis.”