Walter Cronkite was almost the son of General Douglas MacArthur.
When my mother was a teenager growing up in Leavenworth, Kansas, one of her beaux at Fort Leavenworth was the young MacArthur—young, but apparently not young enough.
The family legend goes that MacArthur asked for Mother's hand in marriage. Grandfather accused the young captain of being a dirty old man, far too advanced in years for his daughter, and chased him off the front porch, one of MacArthur's few retreats.
Once, at a large reception, I dared mention the matter to the general.
"Helen Fritsche," he repeated. I thought I detected a slight glint in his eyes.
"Ah yes. Yes."
And he returned to greet another guest. [Link]