I've always felt I was shortchanged in the departments of height and physique.

I made no pretense of doing balanced reporting about murder. I was appalled by defense attorneys who would do anything to win an acquittal for a guilty person.

I had never attended a trial until my daughter's murder trial. What I witnessed in that courtroom enraged and redirected me.

For me, the path of failure exceeded by far the joys of success. My plight was hopeless.

She was a gallant soul. I knew her from way back because Gig Young was a good friend of mine. I always think of her sitting in the Polo Lounge of the Beverly Hills Hotel, holding court, saying hello to people, being funny.

They are left out there with egg on their face.