My world changed the day I knew for sure that my father was not very smart. The day my mother exhibited clear signs of mental illness and all the adults cleared out leaving three little kids alone with her. Leaving home and sleeping for along time. Getting a job in an art department without any qualifications and having all the adults teach me everything. All of them liked me. Getting my first car -- a 1962 Pontiac for $100. Buying my first house, a cabin really and selling it two years later at 800 percent profit. My first winter camping in the Florida Keys. Being accepted to an ivy league university without having finished high school. Getting a master's degree in anthropology. It just goes on and on and on . . . .