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time on the trip.

I had made up my mind to persue the course of Christine, so headed California way. I started on the upper west coast and called every medical Dr. and hospital from the North end to San Diego, with no results except embarrassment and ridicule. Only once, in Los Angeles did one medico give me any words of sympathy, or constructive advice. His words were to not do anything radical. He must have been reading my thoughts, because I really meant to get rid of my masculine part, or destroy the entire being. He made his point and I continued on. San Diego didn't have any good words either and my fifth ran out there, so I decided to go on to Mexico to see Dr. Brinkley, who I had heard of on the radio. for a long time. After finally arriving there, I only had a flat tire, and information that the Dr. had died some time before. So I continued toward the mid west, and my home town.

I arrived there in the middle of the night, looked over our business, a partnership now, with my brother and continued on to Chicago, leaving no note as to where I was going.

Chicago had more ridicule for me than California had had, so I hung one on a little harder and re- turned to my home town and business; not that I was in any condition to work, but I was home. I did not have any home to come to (my parents were then dead) but I was in my home town.

Eventually I did go back to work and was begin- ning to act, and look like a human being, and making goo goo eyes at a waitress in a near by cafe. We married, fought, bought a farm home, and had two fine boys for our efforts. Although my first marri- age was no doubt doomed by my TV actions, this one was doomed for no reason of mine, nor TV. It just couldn't work, so after another nine years, I was again single, only this time I obtained custody of

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