When Dennis was a teenager, there were two things his dad
insisted he learn – how to type and how to play golf, neither of
which held any interest for him. Nevertheless, he obediently
took golf lessons and learned the game. Then, later, as a high
school senior, he grudgingly enrolled in a typing class where he
was the only boy in a class of freshman girls. He thought his
dad was crazy. Yeah, crazy like a fox.
Eventually, Dennis would
become a writer (which involves A LOT of typing) and go on to
become an award-winning writer/producer and director,
working on productions for every major network and studio. As
for golf, he grew to love the game, though he had no idea it
would become his salvation. Today, he attributes his recovery
from two devastating strokes to the game of golf, his family,
friends and especially to his dad. Thank you, Libero Leoni.