The manic pursuit of success cost me everything I could love: my wife, my three children, some friends I would have liked to grow old with.
My talent was the weapon, the power, the way for me to fight. It was the one way I might hope to affect a man's thinking.
"The Entertainer" He did it all.
Tap dancing all started with the old clog waltz.
My handicap? Man, I am a one-eyed, black Jew! That's my handicap!
The ultimate mystery is one's own self.