My mother’s grandfather was Moishe Muller, a prominent mohel & shochet in Jaslow, Galicia which then was part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire.  He had 8 children.  One of them was a comedian, Hesh Muller who was a regular in the Vienna-Hamburg-Warsaw circuit.

My mother’s father – also Moishe – married one of the Muller girls & they had 7 children – 6 girls & 1 boy.

My mother’s father Moishe had a store selling schmates.  During WW I he made a bundle smuggling these schmates across the border.  Which border nobody’s sure about – because Jaslo’s was and is near several countries borders.

My grandfather Moishe shrewdly put all his money in the soundest banking system that ever existed which was in Czechoslovakia.  Naturally, very shortly after grandfather Moishe made his move, Czechoslovakia suffered one of the first of the 1920’s bouts of hyper-inflation and then Grandfather Moishe got broke.  Unfortunately Grandfather Moishe was a large liver and he owed money to everybody in Jaslo, even the goyim.   Fortunately, he remembered that he had a daughter – my Aunt Jenny – who was living in Brooklyn, USA, so he got out of Jaslo to join my Aunt Jenny in Brooklyn.  Eventually my mother joined my grandfather Moishe and Aunt Jenny in Brooklyn too.   My father was already there, due to being born in Brooklyn a few years after his father and mother, Grandpa Heinrich and Grandma Mary, came from Roumania.  My mother and father met each other in Prospect Park.  And that’s how I came to be born in Brooklyn.

I was very happy being a kid in Brooklyn until 1957 when the Dodgers left – so we left too.  We went to Canada.  I left Canada after 25 years to come to Los Angeles as an act of forgiveness to the Dodgers to show there were no hard feelings.

And then I became a lawyer and was looking for a way to make money as such.  I discovered that people would pay you to represent them after they were accused of committing crimes.  What a system.  And that’s the story.  Thank you for your attention.