Being an adopted child, I searched for my birth family, for nearly two decades, without using present DNA methods. Writing about my adventures, realizing that I might be a writer, though not by decision, but by genetic persuasion, an indescribable wIll to share my thoughts on paper, in an effort to fulfill my heart’s demands, seems to flow in my blood with a warm passion. My first novel is complete, as I discovered I was conceived in what was a 1950’ s Basque establishment resembling a Saloon from the Wild West, born in a Catholic Orphanage, and adopted by a wonderful Italian family.