I was born.
I came out backwards with the cord wrapped around my neck, and thanks to a country doctor, I lived. It's been uphill from there.
I grew up on Long Island, where nothing happened and nothing changed. When mini skirts were no longer in fashion, they were seen all over my home town. We listened to AM radio, had no cable, and no color TV in my house.
But the highlight of my childhood was being a child model. My father was discovered in Lindy's Restaurant in Brooklyn by an NYC modeling agent who got him jobs as the Dial Soap man, the Viceroy Cigarette man, the Pepperidge Farm more...
