DADDY WAS A FLIM-FLAM MAN IS THE TRUE STORY OF MY FATHER JACK SAUNDERS. IT DETAILS HIS LIFE STORY FROM BOXING IDOL TO PROFESSIONAL QUICK CHANGE ARTIST. IT ALSO DETAILS OUR FAMILY LIFE , ON THE ROAD, TRAVELING FROM TOWN TO TOWN. THE STORY BEGINS IN THE HILLS OF WV AND GOES TO COAST OF CALIFORNIA.IT WAS NOT HIS CAREER CHOICE AS IT WAS HIS COMMITTMENT TO FAMILY THAT THAT DEFINED WHO HE WAS.
DADDY WAS A FLIM-FLAM MAN IS A TRUE STORY ABOUT POVERTY,STRUGGLE,AND THE WILL TO NEVER GIVE UP.JACK LOVED FAST HORSES,BEAUTIFUL WOMEN,AND RED BARBITITUATES. JACK SAUNDERS WAS GIVEN THE TALENTS TO BECOME A PROFESSIONAL BOXER AND THE INTELLIGENCE TO DO ANYTHING IN LIFE HE CHOSE. SOME WOULD SAY HE THREW IT ALL AWAY. I WOULD SAY HE JUST TOOK A DIFFERENT ROUTE. IN THE HILLS OF APPALACHIA, YOUR OPTIONS ARE SOMETIMES LIMITED. HE DID WHAT IS CAREER CHOICE AS IT WAS HIS COMMITTMENT TO FAMILY THAT DEFINED HIM.THERE WAS NOTHING MORE IMPORTANT THAN FAMILY. MY LIFE WITH MY DAD WAS UNCONVENTIAL,BUT I GOT TO SEE THE WORLD. IT WAS A MAGNIFICENT JOURNEY. HE TAUGHT ME THAT EVERYONE DESERVES A SHOT.FROM THE RICHEST TO THE POOREST,EVERYONE HAS A STORY TO TELL.
"They both stayed in bed alot when they did not have any pills. Mom would peek her head out from under a white bedspread and smile. Her eyes big and brown. She wore Dad's sweatpants around.She never put on any makeup.
I would say"come on Mom let's go to the store." If we were low on money, she would get a package of bologna and a loaf of bread at the little country store.Dad would pace the floors constantly when he ran out of pills. When he ran out of pills in Glenwood, he would walk the train tracks.
One night the State Police brought him home, and he was hallucinating saying the Govenor had sent them to question him about his shortchanging activities. They were actually concerned for his safety. He had almost been hit by a train. The neighborhood children knew of the incident. Ricky was not really fazed, but I would be saying goodbye to Donna and Ricky. I think once Dad was back to normal, he may have been alittle embarrassed, but even more lost in this rural trailer park. There was no green grass, no picket fences, or rose bushes. There was just dirt roads, with trailers on cinder blocks, cars that did not start, and people struggling to make it every month."