Although I adored Bob, I was always curious about my birth father. I always thought about him, wondering where he was and what he was doing. I knew he was from Pasadena and I knew the name of his relatives. While working for The Broadway, I thought about him often. One day I decided I was going to try to find my father.
One day after work I went to a phone booth and dialed information. I asked for the phone number of my Uncle Dale, my father's brother. I was soon given his phone number. I only hesitated a moment before dialing my uncle's phone number.
A woman's voice answered the phone. I asked for my uncle by name. The woman sounded suspicious and asked for my name. I told her who I was and her tone immediately changed and became warm and friendly. My uncle soon came to the phone. He sounded thrilled to hear from me but informed me he hadn't talked to my father in about seven years. They had been in an argument when their mother died and hadn't been speaking since then. My uncle said the last he heard my father was living in Indianapolis.
We talked for a short time and then my uncle invited me to come and stay with him and his wife for a few days. I told him I would love to see him and we set aside a few days in January which when I was supposed to go and visit him. We ended the conversation and I looked forward to meeting my uncle and his family.
After ending the conversation with my uncle,I immediately called Indianapolis, Indiana information. They informed me that there was a person with my father's name but his number was unlisted. I had come very close but was unable to make the connection.
When the time came for me to go and spend time with my Uncle Dale and his family, my Mother insisted I call my uncle and tell him I couldn't make it. I did as my mother wished and did not go to meet my uncle.