My Four Fathers and Other Short Stories

About the Book

When you’ve got a mother like mine, you really should tell the world about her. She was a woman with God-given beauty and a voice rich enough to give you zits. She adored her immigrant parents and trusted their old country values even when destined to marry so terribly young. She was only eighteen when I came along, which meant we virtually grew up together meandering through adolescence while “suffering the slings and arrows of outrageous fortunes.” (Shakespeare wrote that, but I live it.) I find it curious that I’m not a babbling paranoid schizophrenic, merely a sparring partner in this arena we call life.

About the Author

A native Californian, friendly, outgoing, stubborn, lazy, tenacious, loving, gullible, ambitious, giving, sensitive, and that’s only on one side of the coin. I did a lot of things, most of which involved automobiles, from clunkers to new, from putt-putts to getting down and laying rubber, eventually to Kassabian Motor, home of California Classics. (It can be Googled.) It seems remarkable to me that I’ve lived in Alameda, California, on the same street in the same house for the past twenty-three years and never gave it a second thought, that is, until writing this story. You see, it was in that identical timeframe, the first twenty three years of my life in which I recall sleeping in at least twenty-three different addresses. Not an earthshaking fact, merely one of life’s insidious scars, the residual damage generated in part by my four fathers.