Well, I guess now that Joan has hinted around about her niece, it's okay to tell the tale.
I'm her long-lost, older brother, James Anderson. When our parents met, they didn't have much of an income so when I came along, well, they had to find safe shelter for me until they were able to support a family. I suppose that my sister Joan, (Joni to all of you), in some small way, struck out into the world in order to "find" metaphorically what she was always denied: her own flesh-and-blood brother. Now that we've vowed to stay in touch, she's become acquainted with my daughter Broom Hilda, whom I gave up for adoption when I was an sexually active 12-year-old physics major at Harvard, inventing semiconductors in 1952. Whew! What a relief to finally be able to share. James Anderson P.S. In the United States, the term "BS" is short for bullshit and is used as a local expression to mean that someone is lying. Bryan asked, >>>>>> BRUSHES WITH FAME, CHAPTER IV: How'd we miss this one? We're at an opening for Joni Mitchell's paintings, and we sashay up to the original Lady of the Canyon and ask her to sign a copy of the art catalog to our then newborn daughter Hannah. Joni goes, "I've got a new niece named Hannah!' Oh, the times we've had!
