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Persistence Pays Off

My memoir, shown by the camera shot above, has been reborn. Amazon has approved publication!

I first published its book-length version with the title How I Became a Lesbian (and other stories) 15 months ago under the aegis of Amazon Publications. Its hands-on coordinator, James Dean, told me his company was unaffiliated with Amazon Corporation, but I didn’t worry, appreciative of his honesty. After all, how could such a corporate name exist without Amazon Corp.’s tacit approval?

Unfortunately, I was looking through rose-tinted glasses. After being published in May 2024, two supporters alerted me that the entire softcover book was unreadable, due to a faulty print replica process. I immediately pulled the plug on marketing before an unreadable book was foisted on an unsuspecting public. Simultaneously, the Amazon namesake changed its name to E-Book Publications, which causes me to wonder, “How many other misleading company names are being touted these days?”

I did not seek legal redress, realizing it could tie up my manuscript in litigation. Instead, I recorded and published its Audible in Grand Junction, Colorado. I gained a couple spectacular reviews, including one from highly regarded blues performer Bev Conklin from the Lehigh Valley. But Iris, my fictitiously named ex-wife from Miami, questioned the validity of the book’s title as did other readers offering similar perspectives.

Sales of the Audible were miniscule, so I engaged in considerable soul-searching. One afternoon, I found myself repeating under my breath the beginning phrase of the first poem I ever wrote, once performed as Banjoloika: If I Said That I Would Love You. Therefore, I added the explanation A Performance Poet’s Journey and, because of a company I discovered called reedsy.com, hired a professional graphic designer (in Slovenia) to cause my collection of stories to ascend from the dustheap.

Make no mistake, the “Lesbian” title is appropriate for the book’s Epilogue, but its new title allows prospective readers to quickly determine what the book’s contents offer. And after carefully going through a proof of the book earlier today, I approved its publication. Earlier this July 30th morning, Amazon approved the revised tome’s release!

Here’s a preview of what you will discover inside the 332 pages:

Chapter 1 contains my successful audition for the Columbus Boychoir School in Princeton, New Jersey, where I became ensconced in its remarkable university ambience. A successful 1956 performance in Carnegie Hall’s Annex is contrasted with an unwanted encounter with a Boychoir guidance-counselor pedophile. I describe the sordid encounter vividly.

Chapter 2 gives a thumbnail background of my father’s emigration from Hungary until a command performance before an audience of one: Louis Armstrong.

Chapters 3 through 7 take place in Miami, and in North Carolina I seriously discover the life-threatening peril of having a well-tanned skin color.

Chapters 8 and 9 include highlights of my wild life in Southern California, with a provocative firsthand account of what led to Janis Joplin’s murder.

Chapters 10 through 13 contain personal adventures and beginnings as a lifestyle journalist at both of Miami’s premier daily newspapers until the politics in Knight-Ridder’s corporate manipulations drove me away.

Chapters 14 through 17 take place in Bucks County, Pennsylvania, and contain several yet-untold stories that Bucks County Herald Editor Bridget Wingert asked me to write about back in the day.

Chapter 18 chronicles my new start in life with Alice McCormick as we journey from Doylestown, Pennsylvania to a perilous life in Portland, Oregon, and later Longview, Washington.

The Epilogue ends with a humorous take on the original book’s title: How I Became a Lesbian.

Alice passed away in 2020, and I created the earlier version in her memory. Officially, I ended my grief on March 27, 2025, and began revising If I Said That I Would Love You: A Performance Poet’s Journey, the book she made me promise to create before her Star Journey began. In fulfilling that solemn pledge, I also follow my literary journey.

Please don’t worry; I’m on the verge of realizing the rewards of persistence. That’s why I offer, “Order your copy from Amazon today. If you enjoyed the way I wrote for the Herald, your patience will be rewarded. This version of the book is finally legible, and there are some great photographs and clippings.“

At a price cheaper than the original one that’s shamelessly illegible, it’s a bargain, baby. Hip-hip-hurray!

Juneteenth 2022 Book Progress Report

When I started writing my tell-all book, I had an agenda to chronicle my childhood, teen, 20s and 30s years, landing in Hollywood, California. (That’s where I became a disc jockey in West Los Angeles’ first and only pirate radio station, K-POT where you were “always one hit away … from another hit away … to another hit away …”)

Yeah, I excelled in that experience best explained by magician Jimi Hendrix. But why, oh why, am I befuddled by the 1970s?

That’s when I returned to Miami, regained my skin color, got married and divorced twice. Concurrently, I wrote for the iconic Miami News’ entertainment section while The Miami Herald engineered the News’ demise. Next, I became part-founder for a successful weekly business newspaper named Miami Today. But eventually, I left Miami, realizing Wife #2 was more married to Miami than to me.

Southeast Pennsylvania, specifically Bucks County, becomes the ultimate cherry in my life, where I hobnobbed with the rich and famous. That should be fun to recall.

It’s taken more than a year to restore a semblance of normalcy after the fire here. But everything is back in place, and it’s past time to pick up where my story left off. What happened before Doylestown and Alice? True-life moments happened in the blink of an eye, so how should I chronicle them?

Just start writing; that’s what. A vivid recall of life-changing scenes during those tumultuous years 1972-2003 is proceeding and has a deadline in mind: the 4th of July.

Wish me luck.