
One sad anecdote in Winchell's obit is how at the age of 12 he wanted to buy buy a book on ventriloquism, but his mother refused to give him a dime to buy it. Luckily, his sister's boyfriend coughed up the money for the book.
Moral of that story: Parents, if your kids show interest in something artistic, give them the Goddamn dime!
I wasn't aware until now that Winchell had a patent on an early version of an artificial heart.
Was this creation really meant for humans? Or was it a byproduct of a weird experiment to try to bring life to a new generation of Mahoneys and Smiffs?
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