Mrs. Robert Dean
I remember once when Karl King, Pat Arsers, Carleton Stewart, and my husband, Bob Dean, were sitting together listening to a band at Midwest Convention in Chicago. A band was performing one of those modern sounding pieces.
After a bit Karl announced, I've heard enough!
The gentlemen got up and left the performance.
[Mrs. Dean took this picture of her husband presenting Karl King
the Edwin Franco Goldman Award in 1971.]
I remember feeding the King Band at home in Spencer. The boys had been eating fair food for a week, so we cooked some real meat and home-made rolls and so forth.
I noticed during the meal that even though we passed the rolls to the tuba player several times, he kept refusing them. This was confusing to me.
I understood everything later when he was done with the rest of his meal. He was then finally ready. He had spread out in front of himself eight of those rolls.