RIP Pat Cashin- Taken far too soon.
I’m feeling very down. My friend Pat Cashin unexpectedly died yesterday. He hadn’t been feeling well for about 10 days, doctors thought it was a viral infection of some sort but couldn’t find anything definitely wrong, his wife and kids went out to get groceries and when they came back he had passed away.
He was a very funny clown, an acerbic wit, a great champion of historic clowns and clown history (he recently championed a cause to get Slivers Oakley, a long dead circus clown, a gravestone.) He was also one of the kindest and most genuine Santas on the market. While he was telling me about his work as Santa, it made me want to be a Santa (although I have yet to do it)
Pat had revived an old fashioned clown car act, and owned the trademark and rights to Captain Kangaroo, which he was trying to figure out how to bring back.
PAT CASHIN WAS ALSO A GREAT DAD
He was also a great dad. He leaves his wife Terry, but also two great kids ages 13 and 7. He was constantly telling stories on facebook about the kids and the funny/amazing/weird things they said or did. His older son is rocking all kinds of science stuff, just finished Jr. Police Academy, and his younger son is just plain creative and funny. He called them by creative names (The Frinkle and the Sauce)
Our parallels were very strong in lots of ways.
Like me, his marriage was featured in the NY Times twice.
When I lived in NY, we hung out less than we should have. He lived in NJ about 1.5 hours away. We had a memorable kids playdate at Coney Island a few years back, and a couple of late night meals, eating too much bad stuff and talking about clowns, comedy, circuses, old acts, newer acts, and business. We laughed a lot, we argued some, and we debated back and forth on the merits of various comedians, how old kids should be to watch classic superhero shows, and how best to blot out stupid people in the world using comedy as a weapon. In short, it was always a delight to hang out with him. And I will miss it dreadfully.
Here’s a commercial that Pat did as the dad trying to buy rabbits.
This is the fifth or sixth friend that has passed away much too early. I know it is not meant as a personal message to me (because, as you are probably aware, the world does not turn for my benefit) However, with all the parallels, I have to say it makes me nervous.
There but for the grace of God (or the many armed Spaghetti Monster) go I.
Go in Peace, Pat. Or with a very funny rant about stupid people. You decide.
Either way, I will miss you.