The answer to that is Freda, mother… she gave me my first clue something wasn’t right in my memory and she proceeded to give me clues from the time the stroke hit in 1968 after we arrived in Japan…

Now how did I get to Japan???

It all started when a young airman met a young woman in Denver, Colorado while the young airman was in tech school… The young woman, a soon to be divorcee’ who had a child, my older half brother, 3 years older than me and we were the best of friends…

After that little meeting, a child was conceived and that child was me…

Pregnant before divorced, they got married quickly and I could easily say they lived happily ever after, but that would deny you the story of betrayal, deceit, hate, bigotry, religion, military cover up, domestic violence, death, and attempted murder… and that’s only the first 18 years of my life…