About Your Father and Other Celebrities I Have Known: Ruminations and Revelations from a Desperate Mother to Her Dirty Son by Peggy Rowe
English | April 14th, 2020 | ISBN: 194867744X | 240 pages | EPUB | 12.90 MB
Peggy Rowe is at it again—this time giving a hilarious inside look at growing up Rowe, both before and after Mike’s rise to fame.
Since the day they said, “I do,” Peggy’s previous “doting” lifestyle met with her husband John’s minimalistic ways and became the backdrop for years of adventure and a quirky sense of humor because of their differences. From thoughts of wearing headlamps in the house to save energy, to squeezing out the last drop of toothpaste with a workbench vise, Peggy learned to pick her battles and celebrate the hilarity in each situation.
Once their boys were born, woodstove mishaps and garbage dumping tales were the seed for Mike’s obsession with doing dirty jobs and the comical presence he is known for today.
As Mike rose to fame, Peggy was his biggest fan—who gave motherly advice and constructive criticism, of course. She baked cookies for Mike to take to Joan Rivers for a Christmas party hostess gift, and even wrote fan letters under faux names and mailed them from different cities to Mike’s producer.
By the time Mike hits it big, Peggy and John retire to face more adventures, with a lightning strike in their condo, an elderly friend who ate marijuana leaves, and entering into celebrity status by making Viva paper towel and Lee jeans commercials, plus so much more.
Peggy’s stories relive the details that intrigue and entertain old and new fans alike. So if you want a bigger, even funnier take on the Rowe family, About Your Father and Other Celebrities I Have Known delivers.
My mother writes about this day in great detail, because the Viva commercial shoot was the beginning of her great Hollywood adventure. But Mom left out a few details. She neglected, for instance, to mention that the photo on the cover of this book was taken that very same day. In between takes, I had asked the photographer to get a shot of my parents posing as the stoic farmers in Grant Wood’s iconic painting, “American Gothic.”
“Why?” said my father. “What does ‘American Gothic’ have to do with selling paper towels?”
“Nothing, Dad. But we have a professional photographer on hand and a pitchfork. Besides, you never know when a photograph like this might come in handy.” My father frowned, the way he always does he finds my explanations lacking.
“What’s my motivation?” he asked.
“You know, my motivation. What’s driving my character? What sort of expression should I have on my face?”
“The look on your face right now is perfect,” I said.
My father sighed some more and shook his head, as my mother assumed an equally dour expression. “Who knows, John, maybe this will be the cover of a book one day?”
My father snorted. “A book? Who’s going to buy a book with us on the cover?”