In my career as a celebrity representative, I’ve met childhood heroes and lived through showbiz nostalgia. My first client, Spanky McFarland of The Little Rascals, ushered me into that world. But Soupy Sales, a TV prankster infamous for pies and quick wit, was the hero who truly captured my imagination. As a teen, I snuck into New York to watch his legendary antics. Later, I even took my date to meet him—earning instant points when Soupy gave her a kiss. Decades on, I got to represent Soupy, whose humor never faded, despite his declining health.

Soupy’s wife, Trudy Carson, was a dazzling Broadway performer. Together, they charmed fans during autograph tours, even as Soupy’s mobility waned but his spirit never did. When doctors suspected a neuromuscular issue, I offered to connect Soupy with Jerry Lewis and the Muscular Dystrophy Association.

Jerry and I hadn’t spoken in years. After sending a message, the iconic comedian soon called. Not only did he pledge to help Soupy—organizing care that truly improved his life—Jerry also suggested I add his own name to my roster, on the condition it appeared first! Our revived bond was built on nostalgia and mutual respect. Jerry, though famously difficult, could also be deeply generous. Through laughter, business, and shared memories of my Uncle Ernie, he reminded me that even legends are, at heart, sentimental souls.