Paul Harvey, I use to listen to his stories in the early 1980's. We lost Paul some time ago, but his stories live on. Here is one.

STORY NUMBER ONE
Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned the City of Chicago. Capone wasn't
famous for anything heroic. He was notorious for enmeshing the windy city
in everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to murder.
Capone had a lawyer nicknamed "Easy Eddie." He was his lawyer for a
good reason. Eddie was very good! In fact, Eddie's skill at legal
maneuvering kept Big Al out of jail for a long time.
To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well. Not only was
the money big, but also, Eddie got special dividends. For instance, he
and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the
conveniences of the day. The estate was so large that it filled an
entire Chicago City block.
Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave little
consideration to the atrocity that went on around him. Eddie did have one soft
spot, however. He had a son that he loved dearly. Eddie saw to it that
his young son had clothes, cars, and a good education. Nothing was
withheld. Price was no object.
And, despite his involvement with organized crime, Eddie even tried
to teach him right from wrong. Eddie wanted his son to be a better man
than he was. Yet, with all his wealth and influence, there were two
things he couldn't give his son; he couldn't pass on a good name or a good
example. One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Easy Eddie wanted
to rectify wrongs he had done. He decided he would go to the
authorities and tell the truth about Al "Scarface" Capone, clean up his tarnished
name, and offer his son some semblance of integrity.
To do this, he would have to testify against The Mob, and he knew
that the cost would be great. So, he testified. Within the year, Easy
Eddie's life ended in a blaze of gunfire on a lonely Chicago Street. But in his
eyes, he had given his son the greatest gift he had to offer, at the
greatest price he would ever pay. Police removed from his pockets a rosary, a crucifix, a religious medallion, and a poem clipped from a magazine.
The poem read:
The clock of life is wound but once,
And no man has the power
To tell just when the hands will stop
At late or early hour.
Now is the only time you own.
Live, love, toil with a will.
Place no faith in time.
For the clock may soon be still.

STORY NUMBER TWO
World War II produced many heroes. One such man was Lieutenant
Commander Butch O'Hare. He was a fighter pilot assigned to the aircraft
carrier Lexington in the South Pacific.
One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission. After he was
airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had forgotten
to top off his fuel tank. He would not have enough fuel to complete his
mission and get back to his ship. His flight leader told him to return to
the carrier. Reluctantly, he dropped out of formation and headed back to the
fleet. As he was returning to the mother ship he saw something that turned his
blood cold: a squadron of Japanese aircraft were speeding their way toward
the American fleet. The American fighters were gone on a sortie, and the
fleet was all but defenseless. He couldn't reach his squadron and bring
them back in time to save the fleet. Nor could he warn the fleet of the
approaching danger. There was only one thing to do. He must somehow divert them from the fleet. Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into
the formation of Japanese planes. Wing-mounted 50 caliber's blazed as he
charged in, attacking one surprised enemy plane and then another.
Butch wove in and out of the now broken formation and fired at as many
planes as possible until all his ammunition was finally spent. Undaunted, he
continued the assault. He dove at the planes, trying to clip a wing
or tail in hopes of damaging as many enemy planes as possible and
rendering them unfit to fly. Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took
off in another direction. Deeply relieved, Butch O'Hare and his tattered fighter limped back to the carrier. Upon arrival, he reported in and related the event
surrounding his return. The film from the gun-camera mounted on his plane told
the tale. It showed the extent of Butch's daring attempt to protect his
fleet. He had, in fact, destroyed five enemy aircraft. This took place on February 20, 1942, and for that action Butch became the Navy's first Ace of W.W.II, and the first Naval Aviator to win the Congressional Medal of Honor. A year later Butch was killed in
aerial combat at the age of 29.

His home town would not allow the memory of this WW II hero to fade,
and today, O'Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the courage
of this great man. So, the next time you find yourself at O'Hare International, give
some thought to visiting Butch's memorial displaying his statue and his
Medal of Honor. It's located between Terminals 1 and 2.

SO WHAT DO THESE TWO STORIES HAVE TO DO WITH EACH OTHER?

Butch O'Hare was "Easy Eddie's" son.

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Great story!

Good day!

Greg

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More info on the naval aviator:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_O%27Hare

Greg

Wow. That's a great story.

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Here's my "sort-of" Paul Harvey Story:

I was in Worthington, Minnesota with my talent agent.
We were checking the college booking showcases.
Breakfast that day was at a bigger hotel.

We were paying our bill at the register.
I thought the guy in front of me looked familiar.
I recognized him as Paul Harvey.
Normally I don't approach celebrities but I'd listened to this guy for years.

I walked up and said: "Hi, Paul Harvey!"
He turned to me and said: "No, but that's quite a compliment!"
I quietly followed with: "I understand, some celebrities do't want to be bothered."
"I really enjoy your work"
He said: "Well, Thank you!" and went on his way.

The girl at the register said: "You know who that was don't you?"
I said: "Sure!"
The waitress: "Boy, the first time I saw Billy Graham in this hostel I dam near died!"

It was Billy Graham!
My agent said: "You idiot, that guy has a direct line with God. You could be working Las Vegas tomorrow!
He was right, Mr. Graham helped me get this hellish booking in Mexico.

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