I lived only three houses "up" the street from Susan Berman and her family. I never could figure out why my folks were so hesitant about my going to her house to play (she couldn't ever come to our place), but as I became aware of things, it was obviously because of her "uncles" (read: bodyguards).This book is Susan's personal catharsis. She (and Gladys, her mother) were so COMPLETELY insulated from Davey Berman's "business life" that when they finally did become aware of it, it led to Gladys' death in a mental institution and quite a bit of psychotherapy for Susan.Susan was three years younger than I, so her recollections pretty much match mine as far as life in Vegas in the 1950s goes. Of course, her father allowed her to have an inside look at the Flamingo - a look which I wasn't allowed.I was deeply shocked to learn of "Susie"'s death. As to Davey, this is what I wrote to Susan just after "Easy Street" was published in the 1970s: Regardless of who your father might have been in his "at-work" persona, when he was home with you and your mother, he was the warmest, nicest, and yes, the sweetest guy in the neighborhood. I never heard him say a cross word to anyone, and hardly ever saw him without a smile. For this, at least, I have good memories of him."
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