I actually worked with Soupy on my film Palmer's Pick-up: An American Roadshow Odyssey. Soupy, like Frank Gorshin, was purposely understated yet possessed that great old school showmanship combination of gentleness and wickedness that I so dearly admire. Think of the Wizard in "The Wizard of Oz." Currently, I'm travelling via car to New Mexico for the new year. I stopped in Flagstaff, AZ for dinner and cocktails. The man at the piano looked an awful lot like Soupy Sales. He had a great touch and performed one of the best interpretations of "Poor Butterfly" I have heard recently. He slipped out before I could ask him about Soupy. Actually, I wouldn't have asked him any way. I get sick of it when people always ask me if I am related to so and so...though I understand the temptation. I liked the idea of Soupy Sales' brother living in Flagstaff tickling the ivories, then hitting the bars all thru the cold, dark night. Suddenly, I seriously had the urge to disappear. Maybe getting a job flipping burgers at the Fosters Freeze/Dairy Queen in Holbrook, AZ or something. Obviously, I would make the best burger possible. Every once in awhile, a customer would drive up and ask the window clerk if the burger guy was related to so and so...they would just smile and say, "I highly doubt it, but he makes a great burger."