By Ray Bennett
Longtime TV interviewer Larry King, who was born 90 years ago today, almost didn’t make it to 60. He told me: “I got a lucky break. I had a heart attack.”
One dark February morning in 1987, King signed off his overnight national radio talk-show feeling uncommonly sluggish. Worried, he cancelled a date and drove home through the Washington, DC, snow. His doctor told him to take some Maalox and go to bed. Pain soon awakened him. Pain in his right arm and shoulder that fast became ferocious.
He went to the hospital where doctors told him that right then and there he was having a heart attack. King said,“I was lucky because it would have been unlucky not to have the pain because then you have no warning.”
In fact, he had plenty of warnings but he ignored them. He said: “I was 54. I ate what I wanted and I smoked heavily. I knew my father died of heart disease. I knew I had a heart problem. I just never thought I’d be going into an emergency room.”
King’s career was on a roll. His primetime CNN-TV talk-show was a hit; he had a newspaper column in USA today; his radio show was heard on 326 stations; he toured the nation giving speeches; and he was making a reported $1 million a year.
After the heart attack, King quit smoking and in 1988, he founded the Larry King Cardiac Foundation, a Washington-based national organisation to which he has donated all his extracurricular income from the several books he’s written. It remains a thriving organisation that helps people with heart disease who cannot afford treatment.
In an interview I did with him in 1989 for Inside Books Magazine, he said his biggest fear back then was that he would start smoking again. Then Surgeon-General C. Everett Koop was King’s guest on CNN the night before his heart attack and his last words to the host before he left that night were, “Boy, you oughta stop smoking.”
King stopped cold turkey the very next day out of fear: “I smoked from age 16 to age 54 and I never thought I could stop until that heart attack. I’ve never smoked since.”
He admitted that he still thought about it: “You know, people give me great credit. I won a Lung Association award as a celebrity non-smoker, but to tell you the truth, if I hadn’t had the heart attack, I would never have stopped. I liked the feel of it, the taste of it. I didn’t wake up in the morning coughing. I didn’t hack. I wasn’t one walking around saying, ‘Jeez, these terrible things.’ I loved every drag I ever took.”
He worried that the desire for cigarettes would return: “I saw the movie ‘The Accused’ with Jodie Foster, who is terrific and who smokes all through the movie. They had close-ups of her smoking and I kept saying to myself, ‘God, I used to smoke just like she does, inhaled, held the cigarette, just like she does. I used to do that.’ And I wondered, ‘What if I wanted one?’ God, I wouldn’t know what I would do.”
It didn’t help that many of his friends and acquaintances smoked: “You know who loves smoking? Judge Antonin Scalia. I was with him last election night. He’s a chain smoker. Now, you’d think, hey, he’s a judge on the Supreme Court. I said to him, ‘Why do you smoke?’ He said, ‘Why do smart people do dumb things? I’ll tell you why – it’s a terrific habit!”
Actor Martin Sheen smoked even after the massive multiple heart attacks he suffered making “Apocalypse Now”, King said: “He comes to visit me; he still smokes. Now, either he’s some kind of fatalist or there’s something in his emotional makeup that makes him willing to roll the kind of dice that I’m unwilling to roll.
“I smoked as much as Sheen. I liked it but apparently not that much. I could stop. What I’m scared of is that I’ll be like Frank Sinatra. He told me he had stopped smoking for two-and-a-half years and he just started one afternoon. He was in the house, he was alone, there was a pack of cigarettes. He smoked Camels, unfiltered. He said he just lit one up and said, ‘Fuck it.’”
By all accounts, King never went back to smoking and he died in January 2021. Sinatra died aged 82 in 1998, Scalia died aged 87 in 2016 and Martin Sheen turned 84 in August.
When I mixed up Frankie Avalon with another former teen idol
‘It wasn’t exactly Elvis in Las Vegas’. That was the lede in our story after my colleague Ron Base and I interviewed Frankie Avalon, who turns 84 today, when he performed in cabaret at a seedy nightclub in Windsor, Ontario, in 1970.
A teen idol opposite Annette Funicello in a series of ‘Beach Party’ movies in the early Sixties, Avalon’s headline days were behind him but his hit song ‘Venus’ left him with devoted fans. The Commodore Club (later to become a popular striptease venue named Jason’s) in downtown Windsor attracted clientele from across the river in Detroit and women of a certain age flocked to see their dreamboat. He didn’t disappoint them, giving a polished and entertaining show.
Club manager Mike Drakich, who also owned the city’s better appointed Top Hat Supper Club, knew Ron and me and was aware that our story would appear in the Toronto Telegram under the byline Victor Gordon (our middle names). We were treated to a fine meal and plenty of wine and vodka as we watched Frankie please his fans.
After the show, he joined us at our secluded table and appeared delighted still to be of interest to the press. We chatted away merrily until I asked him about a big western movie in which I said he had co-starred. You know, I said, set in mining country with John Wayne, Stewart Granger and Ernie Kovacs. Ron stared at me quizzically but Avalon was at a loss.
Suddenly, I realised that the booze had clouded my memory and I’d made an embarrassing mistake. The film I was thinking of was ‘North to Alaska’ with another young co-star, a rival in the teen-idol stakes.
Sheepishly, I confessed, ‘Ah, no, that was Fabian’.
Fortunately, Avalon just laughed.