My Dad did three things (that I knew of) to make a living when I was a kid; He coached aspiring performers, cooked in diners, and wrote porn

Dad was pacing the room, saying what a great concept the scam was in the film.

Dad, using the name Riley Cooper, produced a live radio show called "Hootenanny Jamboree" from the Flame Cafe in Minneapolis.

Once, when they were in a group of people, Riley said, "Remember when we met Kris Kristofferson?" Everyone turned to look at Jan.

Around the time my father met my mother in 1962, his "creative identity factory" was in full force.

Morris Levy was described by AllMusic as "a notorious crook who swindled artists out of their owed royalties."

I have no idea if he and Burgess Meredith and Gary Romero made a dime off this album. Or The Quartones, for that matter.

I know he missed his kids, and that my father had no idea how to stay in touch with them once his relationship with his exes was off

In the late 1950s, something went terribly wrong for Riley. So wrong that he dragged his wife (kicking and screaming) out of NY.

I found a page of my father's journal, and I wasn't sure what to make of it. I read it over and over. I remember our talks about her.