I Have to Live with Myself, and So

This is a telling of my life experiences. Except in essentials, it is not intended to be about parents, siblings, loves, wives, and children. It is a review of my life experiences, which have been much varied but of little interest to anyone but myself. At age seventy-fi ve, my memoryis fading in a strangely uneven manner. Writing this narrative has stimulated my recollections, bringing back events and reconnecting dots in places that had become hazy. Its really mostly for myself. The narrative