Len Dawson is sitting at the dining room table in his impeccably decorated house and, as ever, nearly laughing about his fate and fortune.
Notwithstanding quadruple bypass heart surgery and a battle with prostate cancer a few years ago and a more recent episode of shingles and some memory lapses, the 82-year-old Dawson is correctly confident that most people would opt in if you asked whether they’d like to have led his life.
“Maybe that’s the seventh son of the seventh son,” he said, invoking one of his trademark adages. “I keep saying that, and I’m going to continue to do it.