No, you dont know me. Outside of my small circle of friends, few people do. Im not rich or famous, have never appeared on TV. Ive never done anything heroic, never won a gold medal. Nor am I infamous, though at the nadir of my life that may have been the proper appellation. Then why this autobiography?
Because my life was unique, with more twists and turns than a den of snakes, more ups and downs than a roller coaster. Because I am a survivor, not from any horror camp or great conspiracy, but a survivor of life, of the Great Depression, of bad mistakes, of terrible choices, of a mismatched psyche. What my life is, framed in one simple phrase, is difficult to believe. Thus opens the narrative of a well-lived life. Were they happy years? Satisfying years? Were they years youd like to live? You be the judge.