The World's Most Famous Entertainer (1962- 1992); loved by millions of late night TV viewers, a celebrity among celebrities. with an estate of more than $400 MILLION, Johnny Carson had it all. Then why was he described as "the second most unhappiest man I've ever known," -- America's Pagliacci? Ted Williams the consensus World's Greatest baseball hitter, adored by millions of baseball fans, voted athlete of the decade -- a living legend, fighter plane war hero, highest paid player. ($120,000 in 1958 worth $1,041, 651. in 2018 -- had it all -- Baseball's Mozart -- its only genius. Yet Ted, like Johnny, died alone -- no family -- no friends, never having found that which he wanted most of all. What drove Johnny and Ted to be the best - Number One? Did the same force that compelled them to become American icons, become their Achille's heel? "Me" the least of we three wounded sparrows and the one most wounded, inserts himself into the mix, without the knowledge or consent of the other two, believing: (1) He provides a continuum to the relative effect of the injury and its damages, and (2) He alone could explain their common chagrin, to others, in turn demonstrating, albeit anecdotely, the unique, omnipotent, and singular influence of a mother on her son. uber alles.
About the Author: Parentless, raised by random adoptive grandparents, and a Boston foster father, exiled to NC to attend college by my pedophile high school English teacher, I put myself through BA, MA, and Ph.D. (Help from family -- $20 from maternal grandmother, I had seen once in 15 years) As a sophomor I wrote a play attacking 1940 Smith Act, violating free speech, but NC typist thought me a communist so refued to type the manuscript. tobe or not to be an English, philosophy or psychology major, I concluded philosophy would have no place in a capitalistic country, the prediction (correct) of a starving writer, versus the need to answer the question: Why did my mother abandon me at that Boston foster home? -- I was only four -- counseled me to become a Psychology major.But, my loyalty to writing did "not go quietly." I took writing classes at Harvard, NC State (Guy Owen: "The Diary of the Flim-Flam Man") UNC Asheville, Southeatren Community College in Whiteville, NC, and the North Hollywood Screewriter's School, where I wrote a screen-play titled, "Hoss," which the instructor rejected claiming it showed all mentally retarded male adults to be murderers, (Prof's son was mentally retarded.) In truth, the play portrayed "Hoss" as a victim of the State of North Carolina's gross negligence, in loco parentis. "Hoss" became the novel -- "The Governor's Fingerprints." Four wives, four divorces, and four children, bequethed a writing career of unfinished manuacripts clogging up spece in file draws. Of necessity, I became a writed of Court motions, and pleadings, where agiain I was sefl- taught and became more of a pain in the ass in courtrooms than I had become at home and at work. Furthermore, I was changing jobs more often than I was changing wives -- the first being 100% my fault. I had also become a chronic "whistle-blower"-- impossible to live with - and impossible to work for. Self-taught in life, mariage, and wriitng -- unskilled labor -- I believe I'm improving with each book. You will soon see that I favor no genre. I write stories I believe need to be told. then decide the genre. I write to myself, hoping to find enough kindred spirits to feed me. Not much of a marketing strategy, but bound by the Bard's counsel To thine own self be true and thus you can't b false to any man."