Russ Reardon's Quest - Part Two

Russ Reardon had occasionally mentioned his 30-year career in broadcasting, though I didn't really know what that was all about until I read his wife's obituary.  Susan died in June of 2012, and Russ years earlier (I have not yet found his obituary), and her brief but informative death notice did fill in a blank or two.  For instance, Russ, "The love of her life," had worked as a jazz disc jockey and musician on the West Coast before they met and married.  His envelopes to me usually were embossed with the words, Natural Sand Dollars, which he and she picked up every morning and sold after making them into jewelry.  Susan herself, having worked in Naval intelligence during WW II, enjoyed a long career in broadcasting, eventually ending up at TV channel 5 in Charleston, SC. This much I already knew, as Russ was always very complimentary about his wife and wasn't averse to writing me on channel 5's letterhead now and then.

You can read Susan Reardon's interesting obituary in the following link:: 

 https://obits.postandcourier.com/us/obituaries/charleston/name/sue-reardon-obituary?pid=158291648


As photos taken by Russ suggest, they loved animals, and Russ's keen sense of humor caused him to write that one photo shows him launching birds into the air from a bag.  The triple-photo scan shows the exterior areas where the 1986 TV movie, "North and South: Book 2, Love and War" was shot, and both Russ and Susan acquired employment as extras in this period drama (neither are seen here, though Russ is standing behind a horse in one photo, unrecognizable and obliterated).

Something I could always depend upon were envelopes stuffed with cartoons copied from various magazines or photocopies of same, frequently with a UFO theme.  Some items were humorous, but unsuitable for posting here, and I can't actually post the others because of copyrights probably still very much in effect.

By now, you're probably asking yourself, why am I going through all of this?  In way of introduction, I just wanted you to meet the Reardons, fun-loving, nice people.  Unfortunately, before I can get to the point of this cornucopia of stuff, there are other, less pleasant instances to lay out, and we'll do that next time.  Is there an alien in the woodpile?  Well. . .