I was to become the “Fat Cat Girl” selling shoes by the same name in the department I had worked at before when I came home, while I was a teenager. I immediately went up to the Radio Station to announce my arrival in Rochester. The station became, once again my family, I would take the elevator to one of the top floors at midtown plaza. One of the first indoor plaza’s in the country. I remember sitting in the studio watching a DJ, looking at him till he invited me in. The enclosed glass room with turntables, I watched him cueing from one song to the next. My learning continued, he and I both wanted to be famous, we both needed to talk about it. This was a time that accessing places like radio stations was so much easier. After all I had faked becoming an Usher backstage for the Gene Pitney Shower of Stars and I pretended with the Hullabaloo All these talks leading to my adventures in England. I pretended I was too and he said I made a fool of him. I couldn’t bear telling him a lie.
All the stories I made in the beginning to live as a young adult. I would talk to Jerry well into the night at the studio about going to California and Hollywood. He went and I did not go to Hollywood. I went to San Francisco. Not the place to become a star. Once again Jerry was a gentleman in my life. Dreaming together and he was Married. I just talked to him, looking and observing what men were about.
Jerry asked me to model with him for the local Newspaper and he dressed as Batman. Fun beginning in my creations of being a local famous character. I would be in my shoe department and a few girls had seen me, asking me for an autograph. Another Dis Jockey asked me to be on his Sock Hop and lip sink. I did it twice. I memorized the “Name Game” by Shirley Ellis and then Marianne Faithful’s “As Tears Go By” That's how I met Bobby Sherman, he was doing a guest spot and sang. We talked and of course I was enamored and probably flirted, he was a star on TV. He asked me to go to his next city, Syracuse. It would be a week with him. How I had the sensibilities or perhaps fear , I said no. I had more fun having the experience than going.
My mother was getting sick of her daughter out to all hours and one night I came home so late she had locked me out. What was I to do? I might have been a bit drunk but I found a chair that lifted me to the window to my bedroom, the window was a bit open and the door was locked from the outside. Too tired to deal with it, I crawled into bed. The next thing I knew my mother was over me screaming with her hands around my neck choking me. I bolted out of the house and down the street to a phone booth calling a friend and screaming beyond consoling. A woman hearing my screams came out to check on me and offered me a place.
