The year was 1965 and I was in downtown Dallas parading thru Neiman Marcus in a Batgirl costume at thirteen years old--instead of the cheerleading uniform I had just been fitted for--promoting the Batman book that my stepmother had written. You don't know crazy until you've lived with it, through it, and survived it! That would be 'Crazy Beth'...once heralded as a 'heroine' who survived the plane crash at Love Field when I was six years old. My dad, Spencer Black, Texas oilman, had a heart attack at the controls of his plane and his fifth wife, Beth, lived to tell her story. Now, as Paul Harvey would say, is the ""rest of the story""--my siblings and I survived Beth!

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