I never like to get personal here, but let's get some dirty-deeds-done-dirt-cheap truth out about this longtime FR contributor:
Uncle Bill was a bachelor engineering tycoon living in a 3000 sqare foot Manhattan penthouse - yet this single man was employing a live-in British manservant, Mr. French, BEFORE the three orphans (23 year old highschool sophomore Cissy, sexually confused red-mopped urchin Jody and the gifted actress Mrs. Beasely and her talentless prop Buffy) showed up at the front door.
Single 50ish man, British butler, cook and housekeeper, smallish apartment. That's odd some might say. Me.
Uncle Bill lost HIS wife to an untimely death, his sister and brother-in-law were killed in a tragic manner, Buffy jumped out a highrise window to her death while on bad acid, French keeled over with a cardiac three months after final shooting ... Sissy was doing a two girl show with Dana Plato.
Death and destruction. Uncle Bill, you should have lived in a Little Rock highrise, because you are looking to be a one man Arkancide. Anybody seen Johnny Whitaker lately? Tarzan's "little buddy"?
Michael Rivero knew. He knew too much.