When my mother met my dad, she was a night club singer at the Zebra Club in New York city, the city of my dreams. She met my father, who was a handsome, restless man. He flew 52 missions in WWII as a fighter/pilot, and was shot down twice. After they married in 1942, Dad went to England and Italy, and Mom went to Hollywood, where I was born. They were reunited at the end of the war, and I met my dad when I was 14 months old. The west coast was far away from family and friends, and the war had ended the career my mother had envisioned: more cruise ship gigs,...more
