Brad Keene - (Barney Kleinfeld) news CKXL Calgary; sports
director/anchor CHAN-TV Vancouver 1960s; sports shorts and a.m. drive CHQM Vancouver
until September/71. Died
IT WAS AS amusing as it could be, given the funereal circumstances, that while Rabbi Wilfred Solomon was telling us that Brad Keene suffered the curse of insomnia in the last few years of his life, Keene himself was sleeping deeply, just a few feet away, boxed for shipment to restful eternity.
This was the first Jewish funeral I have attended and I hope it's not stretching the boundaries of taste to say that it was a pleasant affair. So many Christian rites are distressingly somber, with numbingly long laments that are totally out of context to the nature of the person being seen off.
But like the good radio man he had been,
Rabbi Solomon clearly knew the man he spoke about, knew him
well and fondly and his 20-minute discourse stoked up a bit of warmth for the
120 people who came out of a bitingly cold rain and into the Schara Tzedeck
Chapel at West Broadway near
If there had been any thought that we were there to mourn,
it was dispelled when clothier Murray Goldman - like
Rabbi Solomon mentioned the insomnia while suggesting that
We came off a racquetball court one day, maybe 25 years ago, and I said I must have really ground him down, the way he was dragging that right foot. Vain about his body - he worked out daily, clothed himself gorgeously - he said the hell he dragged his foot and challenged me to 20 laps around the running track. But it may have been another early sign.
Well, enough of that. Brad Keene was bright, witty company, a radio and television broadcaster with a tremendous voice. He was a star in the early days of Canadian Football League telecasts, but my favorite memory of him was a little bit of business he did as CHQM's morning host, urging the kids in the audience to get a move on, kiss Mom, get to school and study hard. It was as charming as Jim Robson's greetings to shut-ins on his hockey broadcasts.
Two stories before we let you and Keene go.
In the summer of 1967,
We wondered for years if the attendant ever got over the shock, when he came to check out the God-awful noise, on finding one naked man leaping two feet in the air and another naked man collapsed on the floor with laughter.
Thanks to Denny Boyd Vancouver Sun 1992