Myron Floren has been with me for over thirty years， and<br > in all that time I have never known him to lose his temper--<br > not even once. He stays so calm， serene， and good-humored<br >in the midst of this temperamental television business that<br >sometimes he doesn t seem human! Well， yes， of course he<br >does--Myron is the most human of men. He s also one of<br >the finest--completely honest， reliable， and so kind and<br >understanding， we all love him. No wonder I keep trying to<br >imitate him.<br > He and I have a great deal in common. Both of us grew<br >up on farms in the Midwest. Both of us loved music--and<br >dreaded becoming farmers. And both of us heard concerts<br >by professional musicians， when we were in our teens， that<br >convinced us we should become musicians too.<br > In my own case， a traveling accordionist named Tom<br >Gutenberg came to our little town of Strasburg， North<br >Dakota， and when I heard him play， I knew that s what I<br >wanted to do with my life. And when Myron was a teen-<br >ager， my little band and I played for a dance in his home-<br >town of Webster， South Dakota， and he tells me when he<br >heard us， he knew that s what he wanted to do too. [I tell<br >him that when he saw us having so much fun on stage， he<br >