I was born in a manger, actually a large and sturdy cardboard box filled with straw, in an alley next to the main L.A. railroad station. I never knew my parents because I heard it whispered that the birth was divine and my parents were forced to leave town under cover of darkness. I played with others like myself in and around the station and attended the school the railroad ran in exchange for carrying railroad luggage 10 hours a day for two bowls of rice and some greens. I was suddenly adopted by a world famous writer whose "writer's block" I filled for 20 years, learning the craft that would pester me to this day. Eventually, I managed to find a wonderful woman and we started a family by the sea where we remain. If you need any further information please use highway 101 phone box number 348 about 10 miles north of Goleta, Ca. Learn more at https: //www.rogersimpsonauthor.com/