Today I learned that Monty Hall passed away. He was ninety-six.
Apparently, he was supposed to die five years ago, but made a trade with the Grim Reaper. Five more years in return for a hard-boiled egg bearing the autograph of Kyle McLachlan.
This happened back on September 30, ten days ago at the time of this writing. I try to stay informed, but this one flew right past me. I guess with all the really important stuff going on, the Las Vegas massacre, North Korea’s nukes and Melania’s sunglasses, the death of a game show host nobody under fifty has heard of didn’t make the cut.
I find that sad. Let’s Make a Deal is on of my earliest memories, right up there with Truth and Consequences. (Bob Barker’s still alive, right? I should probably check.) Anyway, for those of you in the young whippersnappers category, LMaD was a game show where Monty would roam the outlandishly- costumed audience, making deals for trivial items. Fifty bucks for a coat hanger, ten bucks for a ball-point pen, stuff like that. If the mark had the item, they’d get a chance to trade the money for whatever was behind a door or a mystery box. It might be a trip to Hawaii, A New Car!, or it might just be a goat. Monty, as good a showman as you could ever hope for, kept the show moving at a fast clip, and kept things fun. It was good, wholesome television and I’m just now realizing how much I miss it.