My mom had high hopes for me. I was "encouraged" to be the best. School grades and Baseball. I was being groomed to be a very successful Architect!

But in my case the dreams of the future died when she did when I was 13. Many thought it was a very sad story. I don't. I like the person I am, or at least he's tolerable...sometimes.
My parents were weird. They were both Dems, but my Dad was an iron worker. He was not into politics and shied away from the well to do crowd. My Mom was gregarious and ambitious...kind like the Truman's wife..."The Truman Show" movie. My Mom wanted success. My Dad wanted peace and quiet.