Fantastic book by a fine human being. Gives me hope in humanity.
I seldom cry from what I read in a book, but the following from Buster Keaton was so beautiful, I couldn't help but tear up.

"There was a day in 1950 when we arrived in Genoa where Eleanor and I were to start a twelve-week musical-comedy tour in Italian theaters. I was standing on the deck looking down at a gang of stevedores working on the dock thirty feet below. One of them recognized me, nudged his neighbor, and pointed. All at once the whole gang stopped working to yell, 'Booster! Booster Keaton!' They waved in wild excitement, and I waved back, marveling, because it was fifteen years or more since they could have seen my last MGM picture.
And if there is sweeter music this side of heaven, I haven't heard it. Dr. Avedon said I could live to be a hundred years old. I intend to do it. For who would not wish to live a hundred years in a world where there are so many people who remember with gratitude and affection a little man with a frozen face who made them laugh a bit long years ago when they and I were both young?"

I never met the man, but I miss him anyway. ( )

I think Keaton sometimes prefers telling a good story to the "truth," but this was entertaining and personable.

Brown Eyes was so not a Holstein. ( )