I was born wall-eyed! Well, for those of you who don’t know, wall-eyed is the opposite of being crossed-eyed.  I needed three operations to fix my eyes. I can still remember the third operation quite clearly. It happened right after my father’s construction company folded.   Since Father or Mother weren’t bringing in a paycheck, I became an “indigent” case.   Before Father had lost his company, he’d been able to afford one of the best doctors in the country and this doctor had operated on me

I was club hopping with my BFF, Jeannie, when I found myself, in deep trouble! This was the 1970’s and it was quite popular to go to a...