The American Spectator

Thank you for your exceptional column regarding Jack Webb. It is wonderfully written and evokes many memories of that era.

I was only a teenager in the 50’s but had the opportunity to see and meet Jack Webb on occasion at my father’s restaurant (the original Love’s Barbecue, in Encino) — in the San Fernando Valley, when the Valley truly was a valley — full of ranches, hidden homes, rolling hills, horses, and fruit and nut orchards. Indeed Ventura Boulevard and the business district stopped for all practical purposes in Encino! (Needless to say, that’s not the picture now, sadly.)

Jack Webb was at the height of Dragnet fame and, as a teenager, it was a thrill to see him. He was much as you described him at your luncheon meeting, only perhaps not as acerbic since he was riding the phenomenal wave of success at that time and perhaps not as grieved over his career and the state of matters. But there was an intensity to the man and, as you say, though smaller than expected, commanded a presence. But he was also pleasant to my father and staff, and very nice to a star-struck teen, and we were pleased to have him and his friends stop by to enjoy our patio dining under the trees during those warm, balmy evenings in the Valley. A long time ago…

Thank you for reminding me of this brilliant man and his exceptional career and contributions — and, also, for reminding me why once again I am drinking martinis!