A Celebrated Family's Fatal Illusion.
The story of my parents, brother, others and me.
(c) 2009-20015 Michael David Evans--
The best way to comprehend the Susanna Foster Chronicles would be to start where the narrative took its first breath...on January 3, 2009.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Sam and SF
Susanna with her rescuer 'Sam.'
Sam with treasured memorabilia
Sam Lieberman was a mildly retarded fellow from Brooklyn who helped Susanna off the street (out of her car). They lived together for a time in his two-room apartment of which Susanna described as filthy, hardly any furniture and remarkably covered from wall to floor with old movie magazines, clippings, and yesteryear movie star photos. The Opel-Kadette was found soon thereafter with windows broken and all four tires flattened on a Hollywood side street, biting the dust, as seen in Enquirer photo.Before long they would share a kinder place in North Hollywood, as in symbiotically platonic.
Several years after these photos were taken, Susanna would care for Sam as he lost his sight and life to a brain tumor. In the same apartment her son Philip lapsed into fatal hepatic-coma two years prior.
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