Dad on a rooftop

I've been known to drone on about my father. He was born in South Wales, raised in Winnipeg and moved to Montreal where he became a PR guy for Vernon Cardy, who ran the Mount Royal Hotel. Dad then pulled off a couple of highly unlikely real estate coups and fathered seven children.   Here's a shot of him on a Regina rooftop long ago doing I'm not sure exactly what.
   He died in the early 90s, aged 82 or so, under cloudy circumstances which I'll get into at another time. He was well into his 50s when I was born, so he passed down the crotchety old man genes to me.
   Colin Gravenor would frequently boast that he was "the first player to throw a forward pass in the Western Canadian Football League." Is that a big deal?
   I on the other hand was the first to throw a bowl of salad against a wall in anger on Nun's Island, prompted by my old girlfriend Catherine who was henpecking me while I was trying to make out my two seconds as an extra on the ill-fated Montreal-shot TV series Mount Royal. I was cleaning tomato off the wall when I missed my half second of TV fame.