Leslie repeated a story her mother told, that Harry Belafonte had come to their apartment for dinner, and sang to her when she was a baby.
Why did my father work so hard to get respect, fair treatment, and equal pay for hillbilly performers, only to squander his own money?
Richard told me that the night of his birth at the Doctor’s Hospital in Manhattan, Riley had made a bet that Truman would win the Presidency
Victor Shepard had stories to tell. He loved to gossip. "You're father was the horniest man I've ever met," Victor said.
Here's what I grapple with. Did my father believe his lies sometimes, or lie so often that he became confused about reality?