Bravo,
BK, on those great blurbs! Of course, blurbs can only be as good as the book they are commenting on, so, of course they would be
faboo.****
Hey, I had already written that part prior to BK's pathetic pleas for comments.****
Dangerous experiences: Well, of course, the most memorable was back in November of '63 when I was sitting in the jump seat next to my husband John in Dallas, and I had just turned around and said, "
You can't say Texas doesn't love you, Mr. President," when suddenly I heard a gun......... Wait that wasn't me, that was Mrs Connelly. Well, I do recall someone calling me Nellie back then.
Seriously though, lots of dangerous experiences, most of which I try not to dwell upon. I was beaten up once in a Denny's bathroom by the mountain man from DELIVERANCE and his son who were apparently in town to bash some queers. Or, when I was a bartender, there was the drunk biker who shoved the loaded gun in my face and was going to shoot me, becuase I
cut him off. The rest of the dangerous ones were mostly my own fault, back in my drinking days.