I mostly grew up in San Francisco. My mother and father met drunk at a USO dance in San Francisco in January of 1944. After their one night in San Francisco’s Shaw Hotel, my mother and father never saw each other again. I grew up wanting to be a cowboy or a baseball player, though the medical and family consensus after a lung lobectomy at the age of five was that I woul


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