In order to understand my father Bernard Olcott the man, we need to turn our attention to a pivotal character in his life. Just like Andy Kaufman was the comedian’s comedian, Michael Olcott was my father’s father. And before examining my Dad’s relationship with his own father, let me start with my own direct memories of the man, Michael Olcott. He treated me very differently from the way he did his own son.
Michael passed in the late part of the summer in 1972 so my memories of him are as a little kid in the late 1960s and early 1970s. My point of reference from those times was as a 7 to 14 year old boy, whose life was split between school in central Florida (Mom’s house) and summers back in New York City (my Dad’s home). Of course, I accepted my bicoastal existence as normal but, looking back, it most definitely was not. I was shuttling between one of the most conservative counties in the USA (Orange County, Florida) and the most liberal (New York County, otherwise known as Manhattan). In the late 1960s. Need I say more?