Saturday, April 07, 2012
Shortly after Sonny Bono's untimely demise, I was having a drink with my friend John, a highly respected Superior Court judge. He had been an excellent trial lawyer and had quickly advanced, been chosen as a county judge, then appointed by the Governor to a position as a Superior Court judge.
He mentioned that his father had been Sonny and Cher's chief publicist, and had stayed with Sonny after the couple's domestic and professional breakup. He said that Sonny had been quite bitter after the split, and had instructed his dad to cut up all the existing publicity photos so that only Sonny's picture remained.
I observed that he had done remarkably well despite his humble beginnings.
"I don't understand," he puzzled.
I explained: "Here you are. A Superior Court judge. I think you have really proved your mettle. Especially considering the fact that you were raised the son
of a Cher cropper."