I suppose you could say that I was the product of a broken home although at the time I just thought that this was the correct order of things. My parents’ divorce came through about a week before I was born. My childhood was spent with my mother and her parents. I met my father much later in life when I was 33 years old and he died 8 years thereafter. We were not close to say the least.
The calendar says it is 2014, but for me it will forever remain 1968. In addition to the traumatic events which shaped U. S. and world events it was a lifetime compressed into a single year for me. My biography explains this in some detail.