I never met my mother’s father, Royal Rosamond, and was told I looked like him. My grandmother, Mary Magdalene Rosamond took a special interest in me. According to Rosemary Mary saw something special in me. For almost a year we lived together in West Los Angeles. Mary had four beautiful daughters, an no sons. I was given the impression I was liken to the son she never had. When she was on her death bed, she asked to see me, just me. I did not go because I sensed there was a Catholic thing going on. Mary’s sister was a famous Franciscan nun who co-founded Briar Cliff College. I suspect this is why Rosemary kept suggesting I become a Franciscan Monk. When you look at my beautiful lovers and the Rosamond women, there is something going on here. I was born during an amazing star shower three days after Yom Kippur. This is why Rosemary named me after John the Baptist, whose ministry centered around the Day of Atonement. Yom Kippur will fall on my birthday this year. An astronomer predicts there will be an amazing star shower coming forth from the Dragon.