I Love The Edited Version Of It.

All My Brothers And Sisters Have Stories About Dad Like This. I Remember, When My Sister Was About To Beat Him In Checkers For The First Time, He Knocked The Board Over.

We Grew Up As This Family Of Deniers. And People Who Knew Us For Years Were Stunned When "the Great Santini" Came Out Because We Had This Appearance Of Being This Happy, Large, Smiling Family. We Were Taught To Smile, Put The Best Face Forward. And So When The Book Ended Up - Dad Swatting Us Around The Room, No One Believed Me.

My Father Modestly Referred To Himself As The Great Santini When We Were Growing Up. And He Took It - I Later Learned He Had Seen A High-wire Aerialist When He Was A Boy, And He Was Up Doing Acrobatics In His Airplane, And When He Came Down One Time - When Was A Young Lieutenant - He Said, I Was Better Than The Great Santini Today. And Some Of The Other Pilots Heard It, And The Nickname Stuck.

I'm Really Interested In, Who's Booked The Guests, Who's Decided To Have Lena Dunham And To Have The Mothers Of Sons Who Were Shot - Sons And Daughters Who Were Shot By The Police And, You Know, The Other Performers, Paul Simon And Alicia Keys.

And Once You Say This Is True, You Start Naming The Beast That Hurts You - So I Started Doing This. Other Truths Come Out.