Orphan Octobers: Beatings, Bars, and Baseball
I've written my memoir from my birth in 1949 and up to 1979. It tells of my successes and my failures, there were many, or this would be a comic book.
It's about my adoption when I was three months old, what luck, I was chosen by a future Hall of Fame sportswriter and his beautiful wife. What could be better? This family would be every orphan's best dream. I was a prince the first five years of my life, spoiled rotten I'm told. After my adopted mother started birthing "real," children, I lost everything.
I was a reminder I was told, of her not having a natural Baby-Boomer. My rejection started. I received beatings that were banned in prisons. I was tough and stood up to my Cinderella life as well as restrictions.
I was smart, I remembered all I heard from my teachers and later the nuns. Grades were excellent except lessons that depended on homework, "Homey don't do homework!"
I started writing this in the early 70's, first I was going to write a war book, it'd be about the juxtaposition between my home war, and the Army's. I liked the beginning, but I still felt I wasn't good enough, I'd never been to college. I audited some writing classes at USC, I couldn't afford them so I merely listened.
One important thing though, I knew I could talk. I'd talked my way out of tickets, arrests and even lame excuses to dates. One day I heard a quote from Norman Mailer, he talked about Jack Abbot, a convicted murderer waiting for execution. Jack, like me was scared he didn't have enough book smarts to write his story. Norman said, "if you can talk, you can write."
Everyone in my universe knows I can talk, Can I write? You decide!
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It's about my adoption when I was three months old, what luck, I was chosen by a future Hall of Fame sportswriter and his beautiful wife. What could be better? This family would be every orphan's best dream. I was a prince the first five years of my life, spoiled rotten I'm told. After my adopted mother started birthing "real," children, I lost everything.
I was a reminder I was told, of her not having a natural Baby-Boomer. My rejection started. I received beatings that were banned in prisons. I was tough and stood up to my Cinderella life as well as restrictions.
I was smart, I remembered all I heard from my teachers and later the nuns. Grades were excellent except lessons that depended on homework, "Homey don't do homework!"
I started writing this in the early 70's, first I was going to write a war book, it'd be about the juxtaposition between my home war, and the Army's. I liked the beginning, but I still felt I wasn't good enough, I'd never been to college. I audited some writing classes at USC, I couldn't afford them so I merely listened.
One important thing though, I knew I could talk. I'd talked my way out of tickets, arrests and even lame excuses to dates. One day I heard a quote from Norman Mailer, he talked about Jack Abbot, a convicted murderer waiting for execution. Jack, like me was scared he didn't have enough book smarts to write his story. Norman said, "if you can talk, you can write."
Everyone in my universe knows I can talk, Can I write? You decide!
Orphan Octobers: Beatings, Bars, and Baseball
I've written my memoir from my birth in 1949 and up to 1979. It tells of my successes and my failures, there were many, or this would be a comic book.
It's about my adoption when I was three months old, what luck, I was chosen by a future Hall of Fame sportswriter and his beautiful wife. What could be better? This family would be every orphan's best dream. I was a prince the first five years of my life, spoiled rotten I'm told. After my adopted mother started birthing "real," children, I lost everything.
I was a reminder I was told, of her not having a natural Baby-Boomer. My rejection started. I received beatings that were banned in prisons. I was tough and stood up to my Cinderella life as well as restrictions.
I was smart, I remembered all I heard from my teachers and later the nuns. Grades were excellent except lessons that depended on homework, "Homey don't do homework!"
I started writing this in the early 70's, first I was going to write a war book, it'd be about the juxtaposition between my home war, and the Army's. I liked the beginning, but I still felt I wasn't good enough, I'd never been to college. I audited some writing classes at USC, I couldn't afford them so I merely listened.
One important thing though, I knew I could talk. I'd talked my way out of tickets, arrests and even lame excuses to dates. One day I heard a quote from Norman Mailer, he talked about Jack Abbot, a convicted murderer waiting for execution. Jack, like me was scared he didn't have enough book smarts to write his story. Norman said, "if you can talk, you can write."
Everyone in my universe knows I can talk, Can I write? You decide!
It's about my adoption when I was three months old, what luck, I was chosen by a future Hall of Fame sportswriter and his beautiful wife. What could be better? This family would be every orphan's best dream. I was a prince the first five years of my life, spoiled rotten I'm told. After my adopted mother started birthing "real," children, I lost everything.
I was a reminder I was told, of her not having a natural Baby-Boomer. My rejection started. I received beatings that were banned in prisons. I was tough and stood up to my Cinderella life as well as restrictions.
I was smart, I remembered all I heard from my teachers and later the nuns. Grades were excellent except lessons that depended on homework, "Homey don't do homework!"
I started writing this in the early 70's, first I was going to write a war book, it'd be about the juxtaposition between my home war, and the Army's. I liked the beginning, but I still felt I wasn't good enough, I'd never been to college. I audited some writing classes at USC, I couldn't afford them so I merely listened.
One important thing though, I knew I could talk. I'd talked my way out of tickets, arrests and even lame excuses to dates. One day I heard a quote from Norman Mailer, he talked about Jack Abbot, a convicted murderer waiting for execution. Jack, like me was scared he didn't have enough book smarts to write his story. Norman said, "if you can talk, you can write."
Everyone in my universe knows I can talk, Can I write? You decide!
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Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9798765550304 |
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| Publisher: | Barnes & Noble Press |
| Publication date: | 03/24/2022 |
| Pages: | 300 |
| Product dimensions: | 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.63(d) |
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