I had a long, sometimes troubling history, from a stampede in a Paris Salon over a hundred years ago, to yesterday's Smoking Gun.
A hearing-impaired inventor took a lot of credit for me, yet had his troubles as would the flyer son, heir to the fortune of a drill bit king. He would also be credited, but for too much exposure.
As strange as it sounds, for many, my 'Golden' age was in black and white, while today others feel I'm only eye candy in color.
And like a good child, once I was only seen and not heard. And as Dave might say, I'm 'full of stars'.
