Yup Davey, my dad ended up being part of the pharmaceutical corporate world and it virtually destroyed him. In his 20s (the 1920s) he was a jazz clarinetist and future pharmacist in his dad's store on the Danforth. Apparently in the thirties he enjoyed working in the drugstore and managing my mom's music career. In '39 he joined up with the army to fight Hitler and spent 5 years mostly in France. When he got back, he joined Schering Corporation. He named the cough syrup Coricidin -which was chock full of codeine in those days, (the kids of employees, including your truly, were the first recipients of it's amazing "healing power") and I knew him mostly as a corporate executive. I never saw him pick up an instrument, but I saw him get up every morning at 6 am to go to the office, and I certainly saw him start to drink heavily. When he died, I found hundreds of sheets of paper on which he'd outlined humourous book ideas. They really WERE funny - kind of a pharmacist James Herriot. I'm sorry that he never could find the time to write (or play)
If he'd only had less discipline and less responsibility, he could have turned out like his only son. (ha ha) I miss him.
Thanks for the thread Davey.

Rick