The Road Not Taken – Following In My Father’s Footsteps

I am a born-and-bred Cheesehead. That’s with a capital “C.” For those of you internationalists, that means I’m from Wisconsin. Damn glad to meet you.

I have lived in the Badger State all of my life, except for one year in 1969. My father worked in broadcasting as an announcer for most of his career, which means my siblings and I were doomed to move from place-to-place for the sake of my Dad’s job on a fairly regular basis.

If you work in radio or television, that’s just normal and part of the life, and it really hasn’t changed much since then. Anchors, reporters, and announcers often just disappear from your favorite newscast without explanation, unless the talent is extremely popular in the community and the resulting absence would be too conspicuous. Something bigger and better is always out there, or station management has little patience for status quo when ratings are at stake. Most likely, that requires a certain tolerance of travel and relocation.

I’m actually the lucky one in my family as I’ve had the shortest experience being moved about the Midwest, unlike my siblings who have memories of living town to town. Mom and Dad certainly obeyed biblical mandate and were fruitful and multiplied 6 kids covering 4 states from 1955 to 1964. I was the last, born in Green Bay, WI.

I only moved outside the state once so that Dad could take a job anchoring the news desk for KFIZ television in Ottumwa, Iowa (for those of you M*A*S*H fans, yes, the home of Radar O’Reilly). I have fond memories of coming home at lunch from half-day kindergarten to watch Dad report the afternoon news while I enjoyed my peanut butter and jelly sandwich or whatever creation Mom would make for me. That was a unique experience that not many kids could match in small, podunk Ottumwa.

Before that, though, Dad worked for WJPG Radio in Green Bay for several years before we made the haul to Iowa. That was from 1960 to 1968…and if you’re in any way a football fan, you understand the importance of living in Northeast Wisconsin during that time frame.

Those were the glory years of Vince Lombardi and the Green Bay Packers, and it was a great time to be living and working in Green Bay, especially if you were in broadcasting.

I grew up in the shadows of what was then known as New City Stadium, or as you know it now – Lambeau Field. As Dad’s job was to cover the news in the greater Fox River Valley Area, he frequently talked to players and coaches, and as a result, knew many on a first-name basis. He was also a member of the Masons in Green Bay and so was Bart Starr, so both would interact with each other on a fairly regular basis.

Periodically, a few of my brothers would go with Dad to conduct interviews after practice. My father told me once that I had even met Coach Lombardi when I was very young, but that could have been a father just trying to impress his son. Why not? I wouldn’t remember it anyway.

Green Bay was a different place compared to what it is these days. It’s still the smallest stadium in the NFL and has a quaint originality as it stands out among the working-class homes and bustling businesses that surround it.

Back then, though, it was smaller and even more close-knit than what it is today. Life and work would often intersect each other for both the players and the community. It was common to see Fuzzy Thurston or Willie Wood at the corner grocery store. You might see Jerry Kramer at the local eatery. To the day he died, Ray Nitschke kept his phone number in the public directory because he would love to talk to adoring fans. They were never a bother to him. The players not only worked in the community, but they were also a part of the community.

One of my favorite stories that my brothers still tell today involved Bart Starr’s backup, Zeke Bratkowski. Zeke and his family lived on the same block as mine, and it was common for all the neighborhood kids to gather periodically for a game of football. Fathers would sometimes join in or just come out to see the action, and Zeke was no different. Periodically, he would pick up the football when time allowed and join in the fun. His position? Quarterback, of course, but he would play for both sides as the all-time QB. That was dependent on one rule that all kids had to obey: you couldn’t touch Mr. Bratkowski.

I wish I had stories like that to tell my kids, but I was too young and really don’t remember much from that age, so I rely on my siblings to relive those stories from my father’s past. By the time I really had a grasp of what he did for a living, he had left radio and TV in 1974 and took a retail gig until his retirement, although he dabbled in voice overs for some stations from time to time. Dad never lost the pipes he developed over a lifetime for radio, and you heard it every time he spoke publicly – when he addressed the congregation in church, while reading books to the grandchildren, even when he recorded an outgoing message on the answering machine.

To say I wasn’t influenced by him would be a bold-faced lie as I was sure I would find myself following a similar road to what Dad traveled. I too went to college to learn those silky smooth radio skills but never finished that path to completion. I followed a different route that led me elsewhere, and I wonder sometimes where I would be had I kept the faith and stayed true to those intentions.

Do I have regrets? Perhaps…I don’t know many people who have none at all. Looking back, I truly wonder if my choices initially might have had more to do with what I had hoped to be a father’s pride for his son vs. actually following my own path. What I do know is that had you suggested to me in high school that I was destined to complete a graduate degree in leadership studies, I would of thought you were crazy, drunk or both. I’m quite content where I am now, a family man focused on helping my children grow into the careers they choose.

I hope…..no….I know my father would be proud.

Andy Books
Andy Bookshttps://goodmenproject.com/author/andrew-books/
I have spent most of my life in a leadership capacity. That all began right from the time I was the lead in my elementary school play to my current position as a Sales Manager. My truest love and best work comes from teaching and training aspiring leaders how to be skilled and effective leaders, which is a large part of my current occupation. Thirty-five years of collective experience as a Corporate Trainer, College Instructor, Operations Manager, Classroom Facilitator, and Foodservice Manager have played major parts in forming my philosophies that surround company success through employee engagement. Teaching someone to effectively lead gives me the greatest joy, and I write a lot about it. My most important titles though? Father. Dad. Husband. They give me the best material to write and blog about, and you can find them on Linkedin and The Goodmen Project.

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Susan Rooks
Susan Rooks

Smiling, Andy, as I read it … great pictures of growing up in middle America, with football and all that — and with Bart Starr’s backup, of all people! And apparently a good and loving family to boot.

Regrets? Sure, doesn’t everyone have some? If I had known then … and all that. I guess of all my regrets, I wish I had realized how my mother’s lousy “mothering” would affect my so-so mothering skills … I’m working on a book by a woman whose mother had even worse skills than mine did, but our stories are similar. It has really struck home in ways I wouldn’t have expected.

Lots more thinking to do, and thanks for a terrific article! I’m sure your dad is proud of the man you’ve become!

Andrew Books
Andrew Books

Thanks, Susan. I’ve learned through my own parenting that we are a direct product of our parents involvement. I was the youngest of 6, so my childhood experience was vastly different that that of my older sibs. As I joke with family….”they were just tired out by the time I came along.” Funny, but true.

As you know from living on the sea bordering eastern area, football is a way of life. Much the same is true here in Wisconsin….”God, Family, and The Green Bay Packers.” Just like Vince said, so many years ago. Not much has changed in that sense!

Laura Staley
Laura Staley

I enjoyed reading and learning about your life growing up, about your dad, the presence and example he was in your life. What a blessing to have been loved by your family, to have had these experiences, Andy!

I followed in my father’s footsteps for awhile in terms of a career path. I thought I could be an academic, but that wasn’t my true calling. What I now realize is his character qualities that I so admired have become a large part of who I am. You may have chosen a different career path, but what I see is that your dad would definitely be proud of you because you’ve emulated many core values that he lived during his life. The kind of man you are in your life with your family-for example.

Thank you so much for this wonderful story.

Andrew Books
Andrew Books

“Core values.” There it is, Laura. No matter the career choice, it’s about living the model vs. honing in on what you do. How you make the money is an important consideration, but the character you emulate is more important. It’s very similar to how I feel about religion. Practice Christianity, vs worrying about the house you do it in (as in a set denimination).

Thanks for the comment!

Kimberly Davis
Kimberly Davis

Oh Andy… I love this piece! Garrison Keillor and Norman Rockwell have nothing over you when it comes to painting a picture of Americana at it’s best! Your father is smiling.

Andrew Books
Andrew Books

Wow, Kimberly. That’s more than a compliment. I should be so lucky to have my name mentioned ever again along with those two. :) Thank you for reading!

Mark O'Brien
Mark O'Brien

Andy, my Dad was a Marine. When it came to expressing things like pride and affection, he wasn’t the most effusive guy on the planet. For the longest time, I thought anything short of enlisting in the Corps would leave me wanting in his eyes.

After a directionless youth, I finally found my way to college in 1982, at age 28. My Dad took note. In 1991, my maternal grandmother passed away. My Dad asked me to deliver her eulogy. Afterward, he said, “You did it.” In 1993, my Dad ran unsuccessfully for First Selectman in the town in which he and my Mom lived. In 1995, he ran again and asked me to manage his campaign. He won. In 2004, I started my own business. That’s when I knew for sure, in my Dad’s eyes, I’d won.

Good sons crave the affection and approval of good fathers. Our fathers gave us something to aspire to — constancy, integrity, the determination to do whatever they did well, the inspiration to write things like this:

https://obriencg.com/do-it-well/

I smiled and I cried when I read your piece. I don’t know you. But I do know you’re a very good man.

Thank you for sharing your story with us.

Andrew Books
Andrew Books

Mark….referencing an Animal House quote: “Andy Books. Damned glad to meet you.” Now we know each other. Let’s make sure we keep on in the future.

Your compliment honors me..and THANK YOU for the link. Our thoughts on teamwork align and are bang on. More to the point, you understand the legacy that our fathers unwittingly bestow upon us. We don’t have a choice, but we learn and carry on what they taught us. I get a great deal of joy when my own kids informs me that they did or said something they learned from me, without even thinking about it. That’s my legacy to my children…the curse of thinking like Dad. :)

Thank you so much for the thoughts, and the very kind words. I’ll be checking out your website!

Mark O'Brien
Mark O'Brien

Everyone who meets my sons tells me they’re chips off the old block. And so it goes, Andy. Thank you for your note.

Joel Elveson
Joel Elveson

Andy, thank you for sharing your tremendous article. anybody who claims not have regrets or wonder what their lives be like now had they made different choices. I loved this article, Andy.

Andrew Books
Andrew Books

Thanks for the comment, @Joel!

Joel Elveson
Joel Elveson

You are welcome, Andy!

Laura Mikolaitis
Laura Mikolaitis

Andy, this is a great article. Thanks for sharing your story and bringing us along on this journey. I try not to think about regrets too much – mostly because I tend to overthink – but yes, I do have them. When I was in undergrad, I initially wanted to go into broadcasting. But then I switched to Communications with a concentration on PR. And my life path has been nothing that I thought it would be. But that’s okay. The dots continue to connect, and as I get older, I realize that there are so many possibilities.
Had I realized my love for writing a long time ago, then, I may have studied Journalism or English? But what I do know is that unless I’m pushing daisies, it’s never too late to reinvent myself. And perhaps this will be the decade to do so.

Andy Books
Andy Books

Regrets are true as you say, some have them, some do not. However, it’s the end of the road that matters which give all that we have learend to those we love that will, espcially our chilern, make a difference. Thanks Andy

Andrew Books
Andrew Books

“it’s never too late to reinvent myself.” Tell me about it, Laura. Seems to be something I’m doing constantly, in much the same way. Getting older is a blessing in a way, in that things come into focus….what I want to do, what I’m really good at, etc. Like Rod Stewart sang, “I wish…that…I knew then what I know now.” :)

Thanks for the comment…always good to hear from you!

Lynn Forrester-Pitocco
Lynn Forrester-Pitocco

The regrets are true for many but in the end, its the path that has lead us to a better self, and what we can do for those we love and from those we have learned from such as parents, teachers, mentors, in our lives. Thanks Andy for this insightful article.

Andrew Books
Andrew Books

….And those choices make us who and what we are now, for better or worse. Thanks for reading, and for the comment, Lynn!

Tom Dietzler
Tom Dietzler

Andy, this is top shelf stuff. For those of us who are local to the “Frozen Tundra” (local being a half hour away… my shot – I get to define the terms…) we have experience with legends that people affiliated with any other pro sports teams cannot fathom. I looked up Ray Nitschke in the phone book and sent him a letter requesting an autographed picture for my brother, who was away in the service in Tennessee. I got back not only an autographed picture for him, but one for me as well. He wrote “To Tennessee’s No. 1 Packer Backer” on the picture for my brother, and I was so excited when both pictures came in the mail. Both my brother and I have our autographed Ray pictures in a place of prominence in our homes.

I think there is a sense here in Wisconsin that we are all kind of small town folk, and we kinda like it that way. We really try to make it so that there are no strangers, just good folks that you haven’t met yet. That was a major factor in our TV and radio personalities, and it’s possibly one of the reasons that so many of the local anchors come here and stay here forever. They just become accepted as part of the community and can’t see themselves anywhere else. Your dad probably felt that way too. Isn’t it funny how we have embraced the term “cheesehead?” When it was first used to refer to natives like us, it was not a term of endearment… Tough crap, we like being called that, and as you say, we are proud of our heritage.

There are no straight lines from where we start to where we end up. All that we aspire to when we are young is sometimes based on misplaced ambition, not enough facts and a skewed perception of reality. The trials and bumps and curves that happen along our journey add richness and texture to our lives, stories to our repetoire and maybe some scars and tears as well. The stories are a blessing, and this one’s a gem, and thank you for sharing it.

Andrew Books
Andrew Books

I expected you to chime in, Tom…thanks for not dissapointing. :)

You and I have a unique perspective to this whole “small town living” thing here in NE Wisconsin. It’s not as prevalent as it was back then, but the feel is there. I’ve no urge to live in a big city, and if I must, it needs to be as far out of town as possible. As to the career path…maybe some day I’ll discover what I really want to do when I grow up.

Always a pleasure, sir. My personal best to you.

Larry Tyler
Larry Tyler

Great story Andy. My Daddy was a major influence on me. Who I am was greatly influenced by him what did was influences by the roads I traveled. Thank you for Sharing.

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