Early on, I became aware that something about me was a little different. On my very first day in kindergarten, a teacher trotted me out in front of the 2nd-graders, to demonstrate that I could read and write; so why couldn’t all of them? Nobody remembers how I learned, but I wasn’t about to wait for school to embark on the journey of reading. I impressed—or irritated—the “big kids” by spelling long words like “Mississippi.”
1965: Craig Zisk, Flip Wilson, Randy Zisk, Keith Stern. I learned that I could meet all kinds of celebrities in the basement of the Fontainebleau Hotel in Miami Beach.
