Publisher's Synopsis
If not for a question I couldn't answer back in 2000, this book probably would never have been written. When DeForest Kelley's biographer Terry Lee Rioux asked me, -How did you go from being a fan-on the outermost reaches of fandom-to being at Mr. Kelley's bedside when he died?- I was struck speechless. Finally, I responded, -I have no idea. That's something only De could answer. I can't speak for him.- Terry persisted: -You know the answer. You just have to connect the dots...- The question pestered me. My 30-plus year association with DeForest Kelley had all just seemed so miraculous to me. That's because I still hadn't come to grips with the reality that De and Carolyn Kelley weren't just being kind to one of their most ardent fans. I had become a friend. Terry's question led me to re-visit the scores of journals and four behemoth three-ring binders that I had filled with the conversations I had painstakingly recorded after each visit and call. You wouldn't think-as crazy about the Kelleys as I was-that I would have forgotten a single moment. But I had. This is how I discovered, for the very first time, the path that our friendship took. My hope is that my precious journey will bring you as close to meeting -the real McCoy- up close and personal as I was blessed to experience.
